quiet-the-power-of-introverts-in-a-world-that-cant-stop-talking-susan-cain

my interrogator peered at me intently.
As it happens, I never had tried cocaine.
But he seemed to think I had. The accusing
look on his face was the equivalent
of the old policeman’s trick where
they tell the suspect that they have the
damning evidence and there’s no point
denying it.
I knew the man was mistaken, but I
still felt myself blush. And sure enough,
the test came back showing I’d lied on
the cocaine question. My skin is so thin,
apparently, that it sweats in response to
imaginary crimes!
We tend to think of coolness as a
pose that you strike with a pair of
sunglasses, a nonchalant attitude, and
drink in hand. But maybe we didn’t
choose these social accessories at random.
Maybe we’ve adopted dark
glasses, relaxed body language, and alcohol
as signifiers precisely because
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