An "innie" and proud of it!

I am an introvert. As far as I know, I always have been. Nothing "happened" to me to make me this way, I just came like this. And I'm good with that.
As an introvert, I don't depend on the outside world for contentment. I don't need to be out there to be happy. In fact, I'm pretty dang happy just hanging out in my own head. It's kind of exciting in here. I have lots of thoughts, I crack myself up, I ponder the mysteries of the universe.
That's not to say I don't like people. I do. I just don't like a lot of people all at once. And if I don't know them, then I like it less. I don't mind meeting new people, but one at a time is good for me. And you have to be pretty interesting for me to decide I want to actually get to know you. I'm pretty selective.
There's a good reason for that though. Even if I know you, and you're lucky enough to call yourself my friend (and you should count yourself lucky, I'm awesome), it still uses a lot of my energy to spend time with you. So if I'm going to spend the energy, you better be worth it.
Now I love humanity as a whole. I think people have lots of potential and can do some wonderful and amazing things. I just don't want the whole of humanity beating down my door. I love from a distance.
I've had a lot of people tell me that if I just went out more, or spent time with people, or whatever, more often then I would learn to be an extrovert. I'm here to tell ya, that's not happening. I am a dyed in the wool introvert and proud of it. There's nothing wrong with that. It just means I relate to the world in a slightly different way from most of the rest of you. So you all go on, have fun, live it up. I'll be watching from over here.