An Introvert’s Foray Into Instagram

So readers, not so very long ago I set up a shop on Etsy (yes, I know) and I knew that getting traffic to my shop site would be one huge mountain to climb. The interwebs suggest using social media as a way to be seen out in that vast wasteland of shops. I’ve set up my lemonade stand in the middle of a desert and no one knows I’m there.

So I created an Instagram account. Not a very introvert thing to do? A necessary evil I suppose.

I took photos of myself, usually in a wig, or wearing sunglasses and posing in the dresses that I was aiming to market. I didn’t like the idea of putting myself out there so visibly. The wigs and glasses helped me to feel that it was a different person, someone other than me, that was being shoved into the (tiny) limelight. I gained some followers and some likes, and I appreciated those.

The stats on Etsy showed that my posts were driving some traffic towards my shop but I don’t think they turned into sales. I did make some sales but they were (I believe) from people browsing Etsy.

Anyway, it’s been over a year and I’ve stopped posting pictures on Instagram. It felt too invasive. I hated taking pictures of myself. I felt too ‘out there’. I don’t even post pictures of just the dresses. These tended to generate the least number of likes, as everyone know engagement is better if you include people in Instagram posts.

Marketing yourself and your product is hard. Even harder for the shy introvert. It seems to be everything that I am not. So why can I publish my thoughts on this blog then? How hypocritical and self-conflicting am I?

Yes, putting these words out there leaves me feeling somewhat exposed. But it’s the photos of me out in the web that I’m not keen on. So the blog is my compromise. There are thousands of blogs in this same vein out there – musings of other introverts, struggling or winning through this life.

Do you agree? Instagram is an anathema for the introvert? Or is it just me?

Is It Bad To Be Shy? A View From School


Good morning, visitors!

So in my previous post I mentioned about my school reports from age 5-18 commenting on the fact that I was shy and quiet.

Throughout my school years, I believed that this was A BAD THING. This was due to the wording in the reports.

‘Her work is good but needs to participate more in class.’
‘She is one of the quieter students of the class.’
‘Quite shy and would benefit from speaking up more.’

Apart from the use of the word ‘but’, you may think that there isn’t anything especially negative about these statements. Then why did my heart sink when I read these reports as my thirteen year old self?

In this present moment, I think it’s because the reports comment on my personality and character. And then suggest that I change, making me a better student. Is it wrong for teachers to call out on enduring personality traits laced with the undertones of disapproval?

I feel that I’m a being a bit precious about this. If a student were displaying anti-social personality traits, then you would probably expect a teacher to comment as such in a school report. I suppose the difference is that I don’t feel like I’m harming anybody with my awful shy and quiet ways.

I remember a primary school teacher saying to my parents that he wished there were 6 more of me in his class. Why not the whole class like me? Because then whenever the teacher asks the class a question, there would just be silence staring back.

Speak Up!


Do you find it hard to speak up at work? I’m talking staff meetings, team meetings, meetings with suppliers even the work Christmas party. Anything where you’re not taking the lead in the meeting, but just another participant.

I don’t know whether it’s my shyness or introversion that is the problem here. Let me give you an example of what happened just last week:

It’s our company mandatory training on some new finance regulations. An external speaker has been hired at no expense spared to give us the low down.  We’ve been told in advance that it’s going to be much better than the usual online training we do, where we just read pages of stuff and do a short term memory test on the stuff we’ve just read. It’s going to be all about participation and being actively involved.

Now I only started at this company about a year ago, part-time. Much as I tried to re-invent as a non-shy, non-introvert person, my true self is shining out and breaking free.

So for this staff training session I tell myself I MUST participate in some way. Whether that’s asking a sensible question, making an informed comment. Something, anything semi-intelligent.

Most of the session, I’m totally on edge trying to think of something to contribute. All the usual confident people (destined for great things) have already asked great questions or made interesting comments. I’m under so much self-generated pressure. I finally ask a question. Sort of. It’s more of a statement of the obvious in the tone of a question.

The external trainer answers briefly and moves on to the next slide.

I feel deeply embarrassed but at least I made an utterance. Will that do?

Why was it so important to me say something? I didn’t want to be my usual mute self. Successful, respected colleagues always seem to have something to contribute. I wanted to be seen as a worthy employee. Even if by trying, I just announced in no quiet terms my dull-witted desperation.

Do you try? Or do you accept yourself as you are?









Will The Quiet Ones Please Stand

Doesn’t that title just make you quiver? Shake slightly in your boots?

It’s easier for a camel to pass through the eye a needle than for a quiet one to want to speak up.                                                   Victoria, July 2018

Since I was very young, I’ve been hassled by teachers (not so much parents) to speak up in class. My school reports would inform my parents of good grades – great, you may think (my parents didn’t bother reading my school reports). On the other hand, they were also a slap in the face. ‘Quiet’, ‘conscientious’, ‘shy’, ‘needs to speak up more’, ‘needs to participate more in class’  were the words and phrases that I would get used to over the 10+ years from primary through to secondary school.

As you probably can guess but the fact I’m writing this, I wasn’t particularly successful in following through on those suggestions. I did try…

Some tens of years later, I’m still trying.