8 Struggles of Having an Outgoing Personality While Suffering from Social Anxiety

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I might have an outgoing personality, but my social anxiety cripples me.

One of the most difficult predicaments is having an outgoing personality but not being able to enjoy it to its fullest. Honestly, I don’t miss being around crowds of people all that much, and my social anxiety prevents me from sounding normal when I am thrust into a social scene. But when I go to the store, I can’t resist starting conversations with the cashiers, but even this fills me with anxious regrets.

“Did I sound stupid?” “Are they talking about me?” “Please, just take me to my secret place!!”

This mindset is a difficult one to explain. I called myself an introvert for a while, then noticed how I was filled with an uncontrollable urge to talk to strangers and smile at them. Then I considered my list of mental disorder diagnosis’ and checked off every symptom that aligned with how I was behaving. After this, I noticed how I wanted to escape from the judging eyes of those on the street, and I wanted to leave all those dreaded humans in the dreaded world that I hated.

This is what it’s like being socially anxious but having an irresistible urge to conversate.

Now that you have an idea of what it’s like being someone like me,  I can show you the various struggles that I go through from day to day. These struggles do three things for me: They help me grow stronger and also make it hard for other people to label me. I think both of these things are positive outcomes. On the other hand, they also keep my mind in a whirlwind, and that’s not so good. Here are the struggles of me, the stressed and socially awkward woman with an outgoing personality.

Brave but full of regrets

Say that I attended a party, well sounds pretty normal, right? I may go to the party, talk with lots of people, even get a little wild and crazy if I’m filled with vodka or rum. These things are quite doable for me, but they are rare. There are a few reasons I shy away from this sort of atmosphere, however, and it revolves around my wavering self-esteem and my regrets in the morning.

I know we all have regrets, especially if we’ve had too much to drink. Having an outgoing personality means I am brave, but being riddled with anxiety also means I regret, analyze and grieve the words and deeds done the day, night or even the moment before. In the work environment, this can work in much the same way. Actions, taken the day before, can not only cause anxiety but can also cost your job.

Dating is horrible

So, I’m not that great at dating. I think my last date consisted of me making plans to sneak into this guy’s window to watch anime because I didn’t want to meet his roommates. Well, I ended up coming in the side door and running into his room. It’s not that I wouldn’t talk to them, it’s just that I would have talked to them, this is where it gets confusing. It goes back to that regret thing again.

As far as the dating scene with the setting places, no elbows on the table and make sure to bring my manners business, that’s difficult for me too. I end up explaining to my date why I eat the edges of my sandwich first and then the middle and why I can’t stand to leave the table dirty. I also cannot stand to use three-pronged forks, tablespoons or coffee creamer. I love going out, but I am incredibly anal about things. Let me just scroll down my list of mental disorder symptoms, if you look with me, you can locate these eccentricities. Lol

Depression gets worse because we can’t get enough attention

I want attention, like, all the time. Then I don’t want to see anyone, anything, not even my own reflection. So, I’m lying in bed, crying because I dislike human contact, but craving attention like a drug. The only thing that will take away this pain is to sleep, and this is what usually happens when it gets to be too much.

This episode is what worsens my depression. I feel hopeless sometimes, trying to meet the needs of opposing mindsets. I feel like the only solution of playing for both teams is to sleep it off and hope for a more normalized approach in the morning. My need for attention makes sense, but with my aversion to human contact, it just doesn’t compute.

Acquaintance or friend?

My Facebook profile is filled with over 900 “friends”. I know what you must be thinking: “What a social human being she is!” Well, not exactly. About 850 of these people are only acquaintances, with 50 who could possibly be friends. The reason for this distinction revolves around whether or not I actually talk on a personal level with these people. Social media, after all, doesn’t put us face to face with other human beings.

My outgoing personality likes to lie to me and say that all 900 people are really my friends and “Wouldn’t I love to throw a party for every single one of them?” My anxious mind says this: “Heck no, there is no way in hell that I am going to endure spending time with 900 people that I barely know, besides, they could be dangerous. Are you insane?” Logic laughs at both of us because we stand at extremes which rarely meet.

Getting to know me is frightening

At first, I might appear to be a social butterfly, able to talk to anybody and help people with their problems. The more you get to know me, the more you will realize that I am not what I seem to be. Before you judge, let me explain this. I am not wearing a mask or trying to be someone that I’m not, I am just trying to not fall apart in front of you.

How would it look if I showed my anxious problems at our first meeting? More than likely, you would run away because my anxiety is pretty extreme. If I spoke lovingly to the waitress and then told her how much I hate people, that might seem odd, don’t you think? Unfortunately, getting to know me is a roller coaster ride, and I am truly sorry for people who have to endure this. Now, how hard do you think that was for me to describe and to live with every day?

I am judged, misunderstood and insulted on a daily basis

One of the hardest things that I’ve endured with being an outgoing personality with social anxiety is the fact that people just don’t understand. The worst part – people don’t want to understand. Unfortunately, there are many who will not take the time to understand the myriad of illnesses and symptoms that are similar to mine, either.

They insult, ridicule and degrade those who don’t act in a standardized manner, including me. When I stutter, when my hands shake and when I laugh at everything, they only see the abnormalities. First impressions are usually riddled with these misconceptions, and that’s another reason why meeting people, although wonderful in a sense, is also a living hell.

Insomnia abounds

All those little opposing forces will wage war right before bedtime. This happens to me almost every night, and I have to think about flowers and rainbows and all that malarkey just to fall sleep. My anxious brain loves to replay the day’s events in an attempt to reconcile my need to be social.

As long as my social abilities surpass my nervous mistakes, my brain can rest. If not, I will stay up half the night trying to formulate a plan to fix what I screwed up. After all, I need people, I want people and I just can’t make it without them. Then again, I could be on an island completely alone as well, until I needed them again, that is.

Failing to follow-up

You know how you can make friends and then after the initial introduction, you will have to follow up with that friendship? Yeah, imagine that scenario with me! My outgoing personality makes me want to meet people everywhere I go, but then I can never get back with them afterwards, that would take too much effort, you see.

I will admit, there have been those few that I desired to get to know better, and even some who reached out to me, but for the most part, I have a notebook full of names who exist only in my first impression. I will probably never see them again.

I know my words are depressing, but there is a light at the end of the tunnel.

Being outgoing with a socially anxious personality is hard. But there are powers that reside within this mindset. Playing on both sides gives you the ability to see more than one perspective, understand more than one disability and love from more than one place.

I hope you can relate to this struggle and find peace while you wage your battles. I leave you with a thought of love and hope for tomorrow, because, after all, tomorrow is a new day.

And we can always start again!

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Sherrie

Sherrie is a freelance writer and artist with over 10 years of experience. She spends most of her time giving life to the renegade thoughts. As the words erupt and form new life, she knows that she is yet again free from the nagging persistence of her muse. She is a mother of three and a lifetime fan of the thought-provoking and questionable aspects of the universe.




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5 Comments

  1. Adam June 27, 2017 at 11:31 am - Reply

    Great post – I can totally relate to this. If you are going to be effected by social anxiety, its much better if your personality type is “introverted”. As you say, “extroversion” and “social anxiety” does not bode well at all.

    • Sherrie July 3, 2017 at 12:39 am - Reply

      I am a living breathing example of how hard this mixture can be. I want to spend time with people and I want camaraderie, but I cannot stand the awkwardness of small talk and proving that I am worthy of conversation. Today’s standards seem to say that you must prove your worth before you can socialize. I choose to find friends where they accept me, be it few, that is fine.

  2. Nmadinachi January 29, 2018 at 1:18 pm - Reply

    Omg! Never had I thought I’d meet someone exactly like me!! Omg! Sherrie! You just put my condition in ways I’ve been finding very hard to describe. Plus, I’m a writer (poet more like) and an artist!! This is exactly the color of my battle. It’s best to suffer S.A as an introvert if at all, since many people even believe they are same. But being extro and having S.A? That has to be the fiercest battle I’ll ever know. Like you said, I hate that people make me feel so uncomfortable and awkward, yet I always yearn to be around people having fun… It’s like you are who you are, and this antipodal alien is coming to reside in you and your body keeps repelling it, hence the symptoms…and nobody ever understands…
    I’m so glad I found this page… It’s a relief to know I’m not alone 🙂 ♥
    P.S there’s this online therapy that sounds credible and comes with a really convincing guarantee. I’m yet to purchase it, so when I do, I’ll get back to you if you want …
    If you want to see it right away, I’d give you the link

  3. Suzanne January 30, 2018 at 1:44 pm - Reply

    What a fantastic article. It’s me to a T.
    But I wondered how I could suffer with social anxiety when i’m sometimes very outgoing, and far from shy.
    Thank you so much.

  4. Jen May 15, 2018 at 9:00 pm - Reply

    How funny, never thought there where more who have it. I can really like going crazy, but afterwards am always filled with shame. By now I decided I like it best if I meet people (apart from my closest friends) just once. Than I can freely conversate and since I do not have to see them again, there will be no expectations from either side.

    Its like you describe, some constant battle with yourself. And the thing with the cassier, I can totally relate to that.
    I found it has not only to do with how I judge myself, but I am always on the lookout at how people feel about other poeple and what they say about them. I try to apply it all, while also having the endless desire/no choice to be myself and the very annoying urge to say something (the more I deceit I won’t the more I speak/rattle, its like it repeats in my mind untill I said it…aargh). Like you, I do not fit people their social picture, but I do not fit any picture, box or corner anyway, so I probably need to worry most on accepting myself. Somehow from your post I get that you do accept yourself, which is so great (and I hope I got that right, cause I wish that to any one), but are struggling with the consequences for you, to which I can relate.

    Wish you and every one all the best.
    And may you ever figure it out/get out of this weird grip, keep me/us posted, I’d love to hear.

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