Great blog! I’m an introvert and am now in my 60’s. When I was an adolescent, my parents thought I didn’t like people–in fact, my father said exactly that to me. I felt I was defective. When I started college at a big fraternity-sorority university, my parents naturally wanted me to join a fraternity to help “cure” me. I attended a couple parties and felt totally out of place. Someone at the party even told me to smile because I looked too serious. Those things were much too intense for me–too much noise, too much drinking, too much talking.