An Introverted Girl’s Best Friend

I’m an introvert. I often tell my husband I would be content on a deserted island with some good food and a stack of books for a long, long time. I have an event coming up that is weighing on my mind. I will know absolutely no one there. I will be forced to socialize, network and chit-chat, things I’m not comfortable with and don’t enjoy. But thank God for Steve Jobs because I can take my iPhone or iPad with me and disappear into the crowd.

It’s socially acceptable to be on your smartphone now in certain situations. I’m not talking about at the dinner table or while you’re having face to face conversations with people. That’s just rude and annoying. But in a crowded room, with people wandering around, small groups of people sectioned off into their cliques, only talking to the people they know, I don’t sweat it, I just pull out my distraction tool.

Looking at me, no one knows if I’m texting, tweeting, blogging, tumbling, googling, emailing, pinning, on Facebook, Instagram, YouTube, LinkedIn, checking in or just pretending to do one of these things to avoid idle conversation. Maybe I’m doing a couple at once. Maybe I’m eavesdropping, hoping for an “in” to the conversation. Maybe I’m simply relieved to not look so out of place, to not have a spotlight shined on my introversion. Some people misconstrue my quiet, reserved nature for snobbery. Only those who know me well know that is the farthest thing from the truth.

So for all my fellow introverts, take along your smartphone/pad/whatever and get lost in the crowd. Maybe you will meet another kindred soul pretending to text in the corner. It might be me. 🙂

I’m Not Your Babysitter Unless You’re Paying Me

At my daughter’s ball game tonight, a young boy, not yet two, was wandering around the field. I recognized him from practices, but didn’t know who he belonged to. He wandered into the dirt where the kids and coaches were warming up, dodging balls that flew precariously close to his small, unprotected head. Later he threw sand in a little girl’s eyes, who happened to be playing quietly near the bleachers with her family. He stared her down, then stomped on her fingers with his tiny, blue Nike.

The girl’s family and I couldn’t believe his parents hadn’t come to relieve us of their tiny terror. We discovered his mother a few moments later when she realized he’d ventured off towards a neighboring field where older kids were playing ball. She meandered over and coaxed him back to her seat. A few moments passed and he reappeared again, alone, and headed into the nearby woods. His dad was the one to chase him down this time. Mom was too busy playing on her smartphone. Read that last sentence again carefully.

What could have been more important than keeping track of her toddler at a baseball field? Was she updating her Facebook status? Checking her email? Playing Candy Crush? Texting her best friend? Blogging about what she ate for dinner? Who knows?! Who cares?! If you are going to bring your child to a public space, please be responsible enough to care about their safety and pay attention to them. If you haven’t seen your child for ten minutes, maybe it’s time you got off your butt and looked for them. Put down your damn phone and watch your kid so the rest of us don’t have to.