I’ve seen the words introvert and extrovert being banded around a lot lately. There’s a cartoon portrayal of both of these words; introverts don’t leave their homes and curl up in bed alone with a new Netflix series every night. Extroverts, on the other hand, will always be in the pub, cracking jokes and being the life of the party. In reality, it’s not much like that. I am a complete introvert, but I don’t have every trait that the more shy people are meant to help.
This is what I’m really like.
Wednesday 22nd March 2017 was a weird day. In many ways, it was completely unremarkable. I’m lucky in that, for my job, I get to do a lot of work on twitter so I was checking our feed when I noticed a tweet about reported shots fired in Westminster.
Within minutes, or even seconds, more of the story was developing. I was giving everyone else in the office the information that was coming through as I saw it reported on Twitter.
My office is about a fifteen minute drive away from Parliament so there was never a major concern for our safety. We carried on working throughout and didn’t leave the office so much as a minute early. The office is on the ground floor of a very busy road, though, and we listened to endless police cars streaming past in packs. Three or four would tear down the street, usually about five or ten minutes apart, for what seemed like hours. I couldn’t believe that so many police were available, let alone that all of them were needed at once. It made the whole situation feel uncomfortably close.
The more information that filtered through to us, the more terrifying it got. Some people were cracking jokes. Others were still on lunch and had no idea, or were trapped in dull meetings when they would rather have their eyes glued to the news.