So Bad, Even Introverts Are Here, AKA Activism and Introversion

I know: politics.

I grew up with a phone phobia. Anytime I had to make a phone call, my heartbeat would speed up, I'd start sweating, I'd procrastinate like my life depended on it. Sometimes, there were tears. If I could, I'd write a letter instead, or find someone else willing to make that call. I still write down brief outlines of what I want to say when trying to save a voicemail message. Even now, outside the context of work, you have to be a wonderful combination of someone I like very mu...