Thursday, July 31, 2014

Moves Like...Ah, Forget It

I'm an ambivert, more or less equal parts introvert and extrovert. Occasionally, I find interesting articles on the subject, like Move Over Extroverts, Here Come the Ambiverts (Forbes), which addresses extroverts and ambiverts in business and sales. On a day to day basis, I think it would be more apt to call it applied personality dichotomy. There's a division between the way people might think I am - and the actual way I am. Sometimes, I'm not sure of where the line is, either.

There's great comedic potential in being an ambivert. I think it is the reason I find myself in situations where the extroverted me walked into an activity, enthusiastic and energetic, and the introverted me walked away from it to hide under the nearest rock.

When I was in nursing school, we had clinicals at a local hospital. Clinicals are the hands on, real nursing part of training. Another nursing school, different from the one I attended (she said, stating the obvious...assuming the reader might not understand the word "another"), sat across the street from the hospital and we were permitted to park in their parking lot and use a tunnel that connected the nursing school and hospital. Someone once told me that the nurses used to stay at the school in dorms and it occurred to me that this was a great lifeline for the hospital. Need a few extra hands? Send 'em through the tunnel!

Each morning and afternoon, while walking the tunnel, we'd marvel at the acoustics. I don't think you can buy a microphone that would produce a better sound. 

There's something about amplifying your voice that is bait to the extrovert. Remember the old toy, Mr. Microphone? Set it out on a table and you will know who the extroverts are: everyone of them will pick up that toy and say something moronic, like "Good evening, ladies and gentleman, the captain would like to inform you that we are docking at 5 p.m." or the ever popular, "Heelllloooooo...I see you..."

My friend, Betty (and I call her Betty because that isn't her name), and I would walk the tunnel and sing our favorite songs at the top of our lungs. One of our favorites was The Rolling Stones' song, Miss You:

"I've been holding out so long 
I've been sleeping all alone 
Lord I miss you 
I've been hanging on the phone 
I've been sleeping all alone 
I want to kiss you 

Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh 
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh 
Oooh oooh oooh ..."

Yes, of course, we did all the ooohs! We were professionals (not). If an instructor came into view, of course, we'd be horrified and immediately lose about six inches of height as we huddled together, saying "Oh, my gosh, she heard us."

When you think about it, that's more than a little nutsy train of thought going on there. Extrovert collides with introvert.

A few weeks into our daily concert strolls, Betty ran into a mutual friend who was going to the nursing school across from the hospital. In the midst of the discussion comparing classes they were taking, the friend mentioned that she had one class in the afternoon that was interrupted daily by someone singing in this tunnel. Yep, the acoustics of the tunnel were perfectly connected to that classroom.

"Last week, they were singing Miss You by the Stones. It was hilarious, " she added.

We never spoke in the tunnel after that, other than to turn to each other and laugh, as quietly as possible. 

If anyone asked me about it, my back up plan was to spin an urban legend about Mick Jagger taking a few nursing courses. He could do that, if he wanted. He's Mick Jagger. Duh.


  1. I remember dancing to that song at the disco. I didn't know those were the words other than "miss you" and "oooh." I don't remember what I thought the lyrics were. I think one part was something about "some Puerto Rican girls just dying to meet you." Or not. I get lyrics wrong all the time. I would have sung in the tunnel, too, but I would have sung the wrong words.


    1. The tunnel is like the urban shower stall, right, Janie? Sing it loud and proud.

  2. Super cute. I loved this post. :)


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