OK, so I'm an introvert. That doesn't mean I don't like people (though I admit to losing faith in humanity one person at a time) it's just I can't take too much of any group or activity for a prolonged period of time. If they all can't fit in my bed together, it's too many people. Not that I would have them in my bed mind you, it's just a convenient way of counting. And for that, I can assume I'm misunderstood by many of the local expats.
I really don't know many of them, and there are quite a few around here. Throughout Belize, American/Canadian expats number about 4,000 or just over 1% of the total population. There is the nearby Consejo Shores bunch (a community of expats seemingly attempting to replicate a gated North American community), the Dart Players (who meet twice a week at local bars), and the Men's Group (as if there's a real need for another excuse to drink).
Allow me to continue my digression for a moment.... Single people are often tagged by their provenance (Georgia Joe, Canadian Bob, and Canadian Joe), their habits (Scooter Joe , Diver Dan, and Fisherman Steve), their partners (Bill and Jeannie, Jim and Gloria, and Dave & Diane), or their current location (Belize Bob, Xaibe Tim, etc.). Some standout characters have earned monikers: "The Mouth", "The Reverend", "Tony Bologna" - which are almost always used behind their backs.
Which brings me to... In all the world where Wifey and I traveled together and have become part of the local scene, should I return to our favorite haunts without her, the first words from my host are "Hi Papi! Where's Wifey?" Sigh. At least they say "Hi." When we're introduced to others it goes something like this: "This is Papi and Wifey. She's nice."
I don't think I'm such a bad guy, it's just I'm simply not the outgoing, ebullient, bubbly life of the party that Wifey can be, though I can have a socially good time when the occasion requires. Yes, Wifey can dress me up and take me out without embarrassment. However, I have to consciously ensure an appropriate level of political correctness and tolerance for others. Absent her maintenance and enforcement of my social calendar, I'm a solo guy with few outside haunts or activities.
Roaming the internet recently, I found an interesting article discussing "10 Myths About Introverts". We are indeed a misunderstood category of individuals. To entice you read the whole article where each myth is artfully rebutted, here are the author's "10 Myths":
Myth #1 – Introverts don’t like to talk.
Myth #2 – Introverts are shy.
Myth #3 – Introverts are rude.
Myth #4 – Introverts don’t like people.
Myth #5 – Introverts don’t like to go out in public.
Myth #6 – Introverts always want to be alone.
Myth #7 – Introverts are weird.
Myth #8 – Introverts are aloof nerds.
Myth #9 – Introverts don’t know how to relax and have fun.
Myth #10 – Introverts can fix themselves and become Extroverts.
Undoubtedly this will change no perceptions of who I am. So I leave you with the words of Edward Heath that so aptly apply to my situation:
"I have no interest in sailing around the world. Not that there is any lack of requests for me to do so."