The youth director at our parish is an outgoing, really-quite-handsome, teddy-bear-of-a guy. My teens, who've been on mission trips with him that included swimming sessions as relaxation, claim he has angel wings. That's just wrong. He needs to go in for a good wax job to take care of those. But I digress.
His main attribute is his personality, not his angel wings. Like my middle daughter, he can talk to a doorknob and charm it off the door. One of his off-hand comments about Mr. Gaelic didn't surprise me. He thinks, accurately enough, that Mr. Gaelic is very quiet and reserved. A typical introvert in the Myers-Briggs scale.
The youth director received the shock of his life to learn that my Myers-Briggs always comes back listing me as an introvert. With a great big I.
His mouth fell open.
"I work at it."
He acknowledged my success at appearing to be an extrovert and asked, "Isn't it tiring?"
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