Ever Feel Invisible in a Crowded Room?

Have you ever felt “invisible” in a crowded room? Or, have you been left out of a celebratory milestone of a loved one, you thought you were close with? Maybe you have felt your voice was being drowned out over those louder.

Yes. Me too. Many, many times.

Not long ago, I attended a weekend conference with over 200 people.

Three of us gals traveled together, roomed together, sat together.

It was our first time—together.

The road trip consisted of get-to-know each other on a personal level. One would ask a question, and it applied to all of us, each given a chance to answer. It wasn’t long before we realized we all had the same issue—we are invisible around many.

We decided there were two introverts (me being one) and one ambivert.

Comments like, “I’ve met people three or four times and they still don’t know my name.” Or, “I’ll sit in an empty row and not a soul will sit next to me.”

That started what would be a hilarious weekend.

It isn’t always—rarely ever is, a funny topic. Nope, it’s real.

When in a group setting or a meeting, there may be those strong—extremely strong personalities. They seem to love hearing themselves talk. Timid, shy or introverts, don’t stand a chance with these types. The inner voice is screaming, “LET ME SPEAK!” Yet, the shyness, says, “Whatever, I wouldn’t be able to anyway.”

Even at the conference, when an audience participation question was asked, I stood there, with my hand in the air, and those all around me were picked. Yep. Like that.

I started considering myself a, “wall-weed.” Kind of like the wall-flower…only I would travel around the edge of a room observing, for fear if I tried to speak, I’d once again either get drowned out, or get looks like I have two heads. Seriously.

It’s taken me, well, my whole life to realize God has gifted me with hearing—to be a listener, not a speaker. Unless, by chance you know me, actually, maybe not even then. There’s always someone who has to have a better story / experience. You know, a bigger fish-type person. It just has to be okay. Evidently, they need to, so let them. Otherwise…oh wait, there is no otherwise.

Even in close relationships, where you think you should feel safe, wanted and respected. It’s not always the case. There may be times when you are left out of a gathering, a milestone or exciting news. Whether it was intentional or not, it’s not a great feeling. More like feeling as though you are chopped liver. No consoling. No excuses. It’s just…why? And then, it’s on them, not me. Right? It’s their loss. The self-pep-talks. And, you know what, it’s all good. Because you know what is important in your life. We can’t let petty matters get us down.

We can’t change others. We can only change our own reactions. I know, it’s cliché. But it’s true. We can choose to feel ignored or insignificant. Or, we can choose to be the bigger, more mature person and just let it go. Be the beautiful you God made you. After all, He made you, He listens to you, and He sure does love you.

Wall-weed and all!

Above all, put on love, which is the bond of perfection. And let the peace of God rule in your hearts. Colossians 3:14-15 (NKJV)

Have a beautiful day. This yellow rose is for you.

Chrissy Drew

Fitting In…Or Not, The Choice is Yours

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I’m more of an introvert, sometimes shy. Unless I know someone, I pretty much stand around and observe. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not from lack of trying.

Maybe it’s the way I look, or the way I stand, or how I act, or how I’m not able to articulate what I want to say, so I ramble. Not sure, no one has ever mentioned anything to me. But then again, what are they supposed to say…to an introvert? “Hey, introvert, cat got your tongue?”

I do know, I’m not alone. There are many of us floundering in a crowd. Or sometimes at a conference or a party. Maybe I should hold a sign that asks, “Introvert? Come and join me in the awkwardness?”

Someone once wrote, “If you would get to know me, you may find me interesting, loving, caring, and somewhat funny.” Oh wait, that someone is me. Knee slapper.

I found myself in many of those awkward moments at a place I worked. I didn’t fit in with what they considered the in-crowd. I wasn’t “like” them. They never gave me a chance. Only a handful did. For that, I’m actually thankful. God knew I needed those few in my life who “got” me and accepted me for who I am. I’ll forever be grateful to them. Believe it or not I learned a ton from those who pretty much shunned me, gossiped about me and quite frankly were rude. I would never treat anyone that way…ever.

Sometimes at churches too. One would think church would be a safe place. Where everyone accepts all types. No matter how old or young, women can be cliquey.

Merriam Webster’s dictionary defines a “clique” as: a narrow exclusive circle or group of persons; especially: one held together by common interests, views, or purposes.

So, church? Where common interests and purpose should be about the love for Christ and His church…His people? I’m not saying all churches. But I have had some uncool experiences.

When I see these cliques, I run as fast as I can. They are not for me. I don’t even bother with them. They may not intend to be hurtful, but for a sensitive, shy introvert, it can put anxiety in overload. Steer clear the mind says. A total sense of shielding the heart. Not worth it.

Sounds a lot like a rejection issue, right? In a way, I suppose it is. The difference being, knowing the difference.

I’m blessed to have family and close friends who love me and weave me into their fold, no matter what. And I, them. Blessed beyond measure.

Writing this wasn’t about woe is me, the pitiful introvert. I’m writing this because I know I’m not alone. And, I want you to know God loves you as you are, exactly where you are in life. He made you perfectly—You! He’s not telling us to “fit in” everywhere we go, but to pray for everyone we meet. Whether they know you or not. I do a lot of praying. ~smile. There may be pain behind someone’s smile, who needs your genuine smile. They may be going through something unbearable and just trying to get through the day. Everyone has a story not all are aware of. Introverts usually keep it all wrapped up tight and cozy inside.

So, the next time I/we go to a place where there is a crowd, smile, lift your head high and know you are a Daughter of a King. He will never leave you. He loves you right where you are. And why wouldn’t He? He formed you before you…were you.

We don’t fit into another’s mold. We aren’t borrowed Jello molds. We are, who we are. Embrace that. Right?

Be blessed.