Oh, the word “introvert” is so misunderstood these days. There are just so many false stereotypes and mistyped people out in the world that give introverts a bad name.
For you see, I am one. And that’s why I haven’t texted you back.
Ignoring you and all other responsibilities is how I recharge. So you have to let me do it. And you can’t get mad at me.
Because it’s my personality. I literally cannot change it.
It’s hard for us introverts to keep up with such correspondence (such as basic social interaction). And, no, it’s not me being an asshole again—I just told you I’m an introvert.
It’s just what we do.
As an introvert, I should be able to do whatever I want without having to bend my personality type to the expectations of other people. I took a test online that said that (kind of).
So, yeah, I can do things like eat your food without asking—because I’m shy, I can’t ask you for permission first.
And I can flake on that thing I promised I’d go to, because I’m probably really into a book I’m reading right now.
Introverts love reading. We’re the only type that does.
And I’ve told you not to call me on the phone! Even for emergencies! I am only comfortable receiving correspondence if it is delivered to me at the stroke of midnight by a dove. Doves don’t make small talk. (Remember—I am an introvert.)
So I can’t apologize for not texting you back. I literally get my energy from ignoring you.