I’m an introvert, but I wasn’t born that way. It was all acquired

Spending time with fellow human beings makes me tired on most occasions. After social events and corporate retreats, I often want to lock myself in a room where no one can reach me. In that room, I want to find the farthest corner, cover myself with a blanket, and dose off to sleep. I’m like a wounded animal. I need to rest, to hibernate, to heal my wounds.

I’m a passionate runner. Often I read blogs that mention how great and enjoyable it is to have running buddies. Oh, my word — why would I poison my life’s biggest hobby? My close family members are an exception. I am happy to jog with my wife or kids, but otherwise, I want no one by my side.

If you met me, you’d not notice this side of me. I’m a great networker. I am disciplined about never missing an opportunity to meet someone in person and staying in touch. I like discovering and understanding the life journeys of other people. I like making new acquaintances. In my grown-up years, I developed new friendships that I appreciate profoundly.

But there is no paradox. I’m fine with one-on-one interactions or in a small group. Well, with one caveat — sooner or later, I still crave to go back to my own space, where no one is present.

It’s when I’m surrounded by many people that I get exhausted. Corporate retreats are hell on earth. Going out at night to party with friends — I’ve not attempted it in decades and have no desire.