Many of my friends call me an introvert, and I tend to agree with them.
Since I was a kid, I would enjoy being by myself, and my favorite tools were a pen/pencil and a piece of paper, where I would work on anything and everything, from trying to find novel ways to figure out the roots of numbers, to designing cities and how they should be structured, to designing the mechanism of water clocks in my head. Now I am in my early 40s, and thinking back, I really miss those exciting and heady days as a young pre-teen. That’s the fun part of being an introvert.
However, there’s a flip side to it: people tend to assume that you are anti-social, and often in marriages and other such social events, the center stage is taken by friends and cousins who are more outgoing, and generally at their best when talking.
What pinches the most is that many people tend to equate gregariousness and talkativeness with intelligence. As author Susan Cain puts it very aptly, there’s really zero correlation between being a good speaker and having good ideas. So I guess the one thing that I regret about being an introvert is that most ideas originating from introverts tend to be bypassed in favor of those from their more articulate counterparts.
Other than this, I guess most introverts are happy being the way they are.