There’s this person. She doesn’t like talking.
She mumbles. She never initiates a verbal exchange unless it’s absolutely necessary. If you try speaking to her, she’ll respond only in a minimalist and utilitarian fashion. Having a conversation with her is like throwing someone a ball, only to have them put it in their pocket (to steal a quote I saw somewhere about Alexander Fleming).
Verbal communication clearly feels like work for her, not fun. Like crushing rocks.
She’s not a weirdo. She’s intelligent, creative and perfectly normal in most ways that matter. Although, she is… a bit strange. She’s certainly introverted and withdrawn. She projects inwards, not outwards. So much so that she can come across as… I dunno, self-absorbed? I don’t know if that’s the right word. She’s in her own bubble, mostly. She doesn’t care that much about what you’re doing over in your corner, one way or another. Or, if she does, she certainly doesn’t let you know.
And I find it incredibly endearing. I mean, she still communicates, just non-verbally if that’s at all an option. And she does like other people, she just doesn’t engage with them a lot, or, seemingly, worry much about their existence. This means that if she’s around, you get to shut up and just… be, at least more so than usually. And for once, that is OK. With most people, if you don’t talk for too long, they think you’re weird. But she’s very cool with it. She really just wants you to be quiet.
It’s all very zen, kind of, if you go with the flow.
I doubt most people find this kind of personality much of a turn-on, but I think it’s absolutely wonderful. A feature, not a bug, in my particular book.