Being an introvert isn't the easiest thing in the world. Often it seems like I'm misconstrued a handful of times per day, but when the opposite party knows what they're working with, it might make things a little bit easier to understand so they don't, in turn, overanalyze your quietness for something else.
Four times a year, for the very best weeks of the year, I had a sister-wife. Those were the weeks when Terry came to Chicago for shows at the Merchandise Mart. She would set up camp in our guest room, complete with the steamer and the extra hangers and the running shoes she kept in our closet year-round.