I Hate Introverts: A Label Breakdown.

Via Katrina Kunstmann
on Sep 25, 2013
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Introvert by Katrina E. Kunstmann
Introvert by Katrina E. Kunstmann

I Hate Introverts.
To be fair, I hate Extroverts equally.

They are but two terms now tacked on to the growing laundry list of labels I am less than fond of, which include the likes of male, female, heterosexual, homosexual, queer, transgender, gender neutral, asexual and on and on it goes, the list gallops away into the sunset. Introvert and extrovert simply get under my skin all the more than the other words because recently many people think that hashing them out is simple, is easy a la handy infographics.

I understand the importance of labels, their necessity. Labels spread awareness and create a point of contact, build a platform for understanding other people and the diversity of our lives. Their ability to empower us is undeniable, but the party kinda stops there. I’m not simply referring to the capacity of labels to be used against us, but the ability of labels to limit ourselves and hold us in place. They inform but the should not be our everything and our all.

As this fine fellow relates, gender—not unlike introversion and extroversion and sexuality—are scales or graphs rather than fast and dirty binaries.

I am a female sexed gender fluid pansexual ambivert, who doesn’t really feel entirely human all of the time either. I am smack in the middle of everything. “A true Libra,” as my boyfriend put it. Yet even these terms do not entirely suit me. Every time someone posits to me questions such as what I am, what I do or who I do, I’m extremely tempted to reply: “I am a Katrina,” while staring unflinchingly back at them with a knowing and self-assured smile. Because I’m not really pansexual, I’m not really a writer or an artist, I’m not really gender fluid and I’m not really human—but at the same time, I am. I am whatever you want to call all those things mixed up in their respective values into one nerve wracked yet zen thunder squall of an individual, espoused in a 5’ 6” package.

I am a Katrina.

For a while I was straight, then for quite some time I was bisexual. But really, I’m more pansexual—if someone sets my heart ablaze, they set my heart ablaze, gender and sex irrelevant. My heart is polyamorous even if my body, at the moment, is not. Species isn’t even a limit for intimacy for me—I’ve had profound and deeply connective relationships with trees and I think if a good looking robot came on to me I’d probably have a go. But rather than embracing all of this, truly embracing it, I kinda let it sit on the back burner of myself while masquerading the slightly easier to swallow bi-sexual tomboy female. I never felt shame for these facets of myself, this diversity of self, but I never truly inhabited them up until recently.

I know I’m not the only one—I’ve had homosexual friends confide in me that they wanted to have intercourse with the opposite sex once in awhile as though it was something shameful. Silliness is what I call it, conforming to a set of invisible walls.

I am frequently mistaken for an extrovert, possibly because I get the verbal shits when I’m caught with my confidence pants down, possibly because talking to people doesn’t phase me too much due to years of debate team. Yet I’m an ambivert—the term I’m probably the most at peace with from the label-based Polaroid of my person. I truly inhabit both introvert extrovert—often I’m an extroverted introvert or an introverted extrovert or rapidly flip between the two extremes during one day. What might drain me one day, recharges me the next and visa versa. I love being around people and I love meeting new people, but good-goddamn if I don’t get my alone time—and I’ll be damned if someone is going to treat me exclusively like one or the other. The contradictory nature of my being knows no bounds.

Some might find power in their labels, I find power in my limitlessness.

In the novel I wrote, there is a character who is gender neutral. I never say this outright in the text, I simply refer to them as they and their, or by their proper name. The reader comes to understand who and what they are as they experience them, which is really how everything should be done in a perfect world.

But a perfect world this is not, so we resort to these limiting labels.

In a more-perfect but slightly less-than-perfect world, we would refer to whatever designation people felt they had per their respective positions on the graphs and scales. Kinsey 2, Gender 5, Ambivert 12. Though seemingly cold and calculating, the range of expression is far greater and more accurate than these buzz-word labels we cling to like life preserves amidst these tumbling tides.

I fully acknowledge that there are plenty of individuals who are perfectly content and fully embrace the solidity of their labels, but let us not entirely disregard the fluidity of everything and the fluidity of ourselves to change and evolve—arcing ever inwards towards our truest self. Change is the only constant—embrace it. We should not allow the dried husks of our former selves hold us in when we have grown into something different.

Labels have the capacity prevent people from knowing themselves and from knowing each other—they have the potential to open someone to deeper connection or take an individual as granted and walk away.

Labels are keys, that’s all they are.

They are keys to opening the doors to ourselves and to others. But the doors are all European—they have latches, not locks, and once you turn the key and open the door, the key is stuck in the latch. You have to let go of the key to walk through the door. You’ll always know and remember that key—it was once part of you—but that key does not define what lies beyond the door. What lies beyond the door defines the key.

So either everyone needs their own unique label (I am a Katrina) or we need to tone down the rigidity and seriousness and bump up the fluidity. Labels matter just about as much as they don’t—or shouldn’t anyway.

Each individual is a particular color from a limitless spectrum. Some may debate whether there is truly a difference between two reds, but speaking as someone with perfect color vision, I can say there most definitely  is, and more importantly, I respect that. Which is what all these pesky labels are all about, right?

I, for one, relish the opportunity to get down and dirty with understanding this universe and all the wonders that inhabit it, discerning through experience the difference between two very similar shades of purple or the wonders of gold and mauve intermixed. It’s just one big messy painting I get to swim in.

As my man Tom Robbins put it:

Death is simple. Life is messy. Give me life, the more complicated the better.

—Tom Robbins

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Ed: Sara Crolick


About Katrina Kunstmann

Katrina Kunstmann is vegetarian and hides from the high noon sun and is constantly praying for thunderstorms. She has itchy soles and wants to get back to Europe, where her heart resides in London and Berlin. Alas, California is her birthplace and home—for now. She travels as often as possible and dreams of throwing all her responsibilities in the sea and living out the rest of her life on the road. She is woefully addicted to creativity. She writes, draws, sculpts, and paints. She has a degree in screenwriting but isn’t sure when she’ll get back to it. If you are possessed to do so, you can find her visual art on her Krop Portfolio, and smatterings of her writings, art-stuffs and other bizarrities on her Tumblr. She has a Facebook profile, but suspects the entire site may have contracted a venereal disease. She is also in the process of making a comic. You can read the pages and observe her slowly go mad at the WARHEADcomic tumblr page.


8 Responses to “I Hate Introverts: A Label Breakdown.”

  1. smallgrl says:

    This is great, Katrina! I struggle with the concept and usage of labels, and find that there needs to be a broader acknowledgement of fluidity. I think that people are evolving much more quickly now than ever and in that we need to be able to see ourselves and each other as 'new' every day.

    Besides all the serious stuff, honouring fluidity and leaving labels loose keeps things much more interesting. :)

  2. Intrested says:

    Congratulations you are privileged. For those who are not, these labels you can so casually have the ability to throw away have had serious consequences not because of how we limit ourselves but because of how others limit us. A person embracing their label usually has more to do with their own self empowerment than about rigidity. I'm always amazed by people who turn a blind eye to the ways in which people are judged because of labels others impose upon them but the minute those same groups of people try to empower themselves by owning and encouraging people to positively connote these same labels, that's when people like you are offended. Funny how that works.

  3. Jessalyn says:

    I was LITERALLY having this conversation in the car last night with friends. Thank you for writing this! It has always driven me crazy how I jump between this desire to be free of definition and limits, while feeling the pressure to label/articulate myself in ways that others can understand…and yet they all attach their own meanings to whatever words I use.

    I'm glad we are moving in a direction of more fluidity and moment-by-moment awareness. It's a beautiful thing, and if hashing out words and labels in the meantime helps us get there I think thats okay if it can be done with respect and self-knowing; acknowledgement of change as a constant, as you say :)

  4. Interested says:

    I appreciate your thoughtful response :)

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