People are sometimes confused when they learn that I’m an introvert. I understand because the thing is, I’m not particularly shy. Sometimes I even feel really “on” and chatty and can seamlessly flow from funny quibble to quippish anecdote like nobody’s business(*1), but afterwords I’m exhausted and then suffer a crisis over my vacillating authenticity and temperamental bravado which is followed by a pretty dark and weird tormented internal  monologue that goes something like this: