Today I am going to bring up and discuss an important topic that is on my mind: “Philosophical Introversion”
I want all of the active posters of ILP to speak on this or respond to it…
Philosophical Inversion
A person who is “inverted” is considered to be many different things: a person who receives energy from loneliness (rather than from within groups of people), disconnected in a way from other people/society, a “brilliant” thinker, one who lives an “inward” life, one who ponders and reflects on thoughts, etc. Don’t these ideas fit the description of philosophers in general? I am (easily) betting that a vast majority of people called “philosophers” throughout history are/were in fact “introverts”. Although this shouldn’t be a surprise, I would like to discuss and explain it anyway.
What is it about this personality trait that makes people into “philosophers”? While it’s true that many introverts do not become philosophers, instead they become “artists” and “geniuses” through different avenues. Regardless, philosophers are mostly or almost entirely “introverts”. Why?
My main questions to ILP right now are these:
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Does being around groups of people, or just “incompetent” strangers, take or use up energy from you?
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Would you consider yourself to have an “introverted” personality? If yes, then what does it mean to you?
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What do you think the connection is between introversion and philosophy both personally and in general?
I feel that I need to talk about my own introversion first, before I go on to talk about how it relates to philosophy from my perspective…
I live a very introverted life. I have a few best friends, what I would consider lifelong friends, but outside of that, I have nothing and I seem to prefer it. I lived with my ex-girlfriend (who I still love and adore) for about 5 years, but I have always lived “alone” in a certain way that I could never really describe. I live alone now, in my room, which I enjoy in some kind of twisted way. I rarely leave, except when needed, much like a prison. I desire what other people have to offer, but in a sense, I don’t care about the world outside me. It is not interesting, it is predictable, it is fake, and much of it makes me sick. However, I would say that much of the “outside” world is also beautiful; it is desirable to me in its peaceful ignorance. I don’t know how I feel about rejoining this world.
I stand on the outside of a house, looking in through the window. There is a family inside where it is warm and they are all eating together. However, I am standing on the outside-looking-in, alone in the bitter cold. I want to be on the inside, but what I realize is that I have a better perspective from where I am. I can choose to go inside and join them anytime I would like, but I do not. Is it merely my preference? I don’t know. Though, one thing is for sure. Many people in this world, in life, do not step outside their homes to brave the bitter cold. Many people will never know the dangers of leaving the safety of their cozy world–should they? Am I blessed or cursed in this matter? Why is it important in the end? Was it just my set of circumstances that led me to my lifestyle/personality?
What I realize is that my perspective of the world offers me insights that most people do not have. I have the advantage of viewing life from the outside! Many people go about their lives like ants in an ant colony, yet they want to know “why?” They desperately ask, “why!?!?” In fact, they are crying it out loud. They call and pray to the gods, but the gods do not hear their answers. Why do the gods not answer? What reasons are there for these things?
My perspective blesses me with certain answers that few others can provide, except other philosophers, people who shall one day become my respected enemies while they (you) do not realize yet…
edited and added I feel like I’m stuck inside my brain. Throughout my whole life, my brain has been like a high-speed computer processor left on overdrive that I can’t shut off. From time to time, it stresses me out a great deal. It is so hard to manage my thoughts, because they keep pouring in relentlessly. I don’t know what to do or handle to handle them. Sometimes I feel that drinking eases these matters, but my family has a history of alcoholics. Am I fated to join them? I feel like it might be enjoyable for me to numb my pain and “succeed” out in the “real” world, but I already know that in the end it would be for nothing. I would find myself again, in the end, alone. Somebody shut my fucking computer off (preferably without killing me)!
Give me some answers–or better yet, give me some questions that I haven’t solved already…
What are your thoughts and opinions about your relation to these matters as well as my own?
P.S. If you really wish to piss me off personally, then now is your opportunity. Any non-serious answer that appears I am going to take as a great personal disrespect and I would willingly enjoy ignoring future posts made by such offenders. In fact, if you don’t have anything constructive to say on these matters, then you should just say nothing at all. ![]()
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