I am an extroverted introvert. There is such a thing. Many people do not believe me when I tell them that I am an introvert. They note the fact that I constantly give talks, speeches and my opinion. The latter, quite readily. But I was not always that way. As a kid, I was extremely talkative and often on a stage. Then, I went into a shell. And then, I broke through in a big way. But no matter where I landed on that extroversion/introversion spectrum, I always considered myself introverted. I like my drrams and inner thoughts. They are often more interesting conversationalists than others who happen to be around.
With all that laid out, despite my tendencies towards introversion, I go around talking to everyone. I cannot sit still in my office by myself for too long, as that drives me batty. I seek out others with whom to converse. I like talking to people. I like telling stories. I like learning new tidbits about others. But when I am done with a conversation, I am done. I then go back to my cave. And, then there are times when others readily come into my office. I have an open door policy and despite myself, I smile at people. As such it may seem like I’m welcoming.
In all my random conversations, I have come to realize something that is a bit sad and annoying. Here’s the thing. Sometimes people seek other people out and start up conversations so that they then have information on you. That information then becomes part of the gossip and power bartering system. By talking to you, they hope to get knowledge about you that they can share with others. And, so on and so on. In such a world, one can share untruths or truths one would like for others to know. Or one can just be oneself and let things land where they land. Or one can do all of the above and have fun with all those little conversations.