Here's another part of it: It takes me a while to feel comfortable enough with someone to tell them certain things. Some of the extroverts are "an open book" to where it's almost inapproprate. When I first moved into my house, my new neighbor from across the street was telling me and my friend about each and every one of the neighbors on the block. There was one in particular that she didn't like, and she referred to him as a slur that people use to describe homosexuals. Now, for all she knew, my friend could have been my partner. Not only is it inappropriate, but now I've got to wonder what in the world she would say about me if my back was turned.