The godly introvert.

Yeah. Even by heroic introversion standards (“h.i.s.”), I’m introverted as fuck.

It’s said that extroverts derive psychic energy from social interaction, whereas introverts derive it from quiet solitude.

And there, the similarities end.

Some introverts actually like talking, some don’t mind human interaction, and some might actually pass as “outgoing” because of their boisterous demeanor. Others rebel, some try to act out of their personality role, some use it to their charm, some drink their way out. And some just go with the punches and accept themselves without apology.

And some come across as whiners, especially when they are male, and strangely ally themselves with feminist ideologues.

This “guy,” James St. James, writing at everyday feminism, tumbles into the whiner introvert category. To his credit, he admits his introversion, but commences to spin a series of doomed satirical jabs against all things extroverted which leave us wondering if he’s prepping to send this piece to the Onion.

A sampling from his 6 Examples of How Extroverts Benefit From Their Social Privilege article:

2. You Always Succeed in Your Daily Chores

Confound it all, where do they keep the ketchup around here?

Looking for items at a store can be difficult at the best of the times, but most extroverts seem to have no problem successfully finding what they need in the long run.

Why? Because they’ll actually ask for help.

And introverts? Heh. We’ll walk around for far too long, trying to do everything ourselves because God forbid we hunt down an employee.

Worst-case scenario? We give up and go home, empty-handed and with a couple of extra hours lost from our lives. Oh well. You learn to live a little easier with disappointment and failure, at least.

Extroverts also tend to get to their destinations easier or with less trouble. And can just plain succeed in getting there.

It’s not that introverts have a poorer sense of direction. It’s that we, again, won’t ask for directions. Staying lost is slightly better than having to actually speak to someone.

OK, I absolutely hate approaching grocery store employees for help because I’m convinced I will find the Way to the Pimento Olives on my own, without help, but it’s not out of this histrionic dread that St. James plays up for dramatic effect writing as an effeminate male for a bunch of ball-busting misandrists. I ask for help, quite readily, when the situation warrants it. My introversion has boundaries; boundaries of pragmatism and necessity. St. James’ piece resounds of despair and wailing and frankly, introverts like him make me hate myself, for a moment, until I reclaim my bearings and start to be a man again.

I’m an introvert, and proudly so. St. James begins to usurp the SJW portmanteau in his piece and the ludicrousness of this disgusting vehicle of dialogue templated over such an innocuous subject tells us clearly how opportunistic and morally reprehensible the modern culture of victimization has become.

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But with US American society as it is – where things are expected to be open and available for any amount of poking and scrutiny – being an introvert isn’t exactly easy. This culture has been built for extroverts.

He concludes with a predictable bout of sappiness:

People actually know the word now. And they’re beginning to recognize that no, there’s nothing wrong with you. You have no “condition.”

You’re just an introvert who was born into an extrovert’s world.

And to all of you nice extroverts: You’re awesome, too. Everything about you is great. But please, just let us sit in the corner every so often and not take offense.

Sadly, this is how introverts act in our [extroverted] society.

Growing up introverted in such an unruly environment, they become docile, meek and subservient. Especially male introverts. Introversion runs counter to the masculine spirit. If you’re an introverted man, you automatically descend a few pegs simply because of your nature.

Of course society leans toward the extroverted impetus. What do you expect? This world is void of thought, it is void of action; it makes sense that any movement and momentum is fueled by those who trigger it with action. Introverts are not about “action,” per se. So opportunities and “breaks” will gravitate toward those who grab them first.

This is how it is. The strong introvert recognizes this, accepts it, but doesn’t cry about justice or “extroverted privilege.”

In all aspects of my world, I’ve witnessed extroverts launch ahead of me.

It happens all the time. In some ways it’s astounding I’ve even gotten to where I am. I blame it purely on merit. My personality is pleasant but I make absolutely no friends, and in the process, alienate many normal people who are happy to align themselves with less capable, but more personable, subjects. Some introverts have discovered godliness. They find solace in the void; the power of dark matter.

They form a communion with that ethereal layer of wonder which mocks mans’ existence. They don’t seek approval or friendship for they are planted firmly in the silence.