Clarification: I am someone who would be labeled an introvert. I am writing from my own experience and no one else’s. If I were more energized by being with people, I’m sure that could be warped by sin, too, and I’d write about that.
I suspect that what I call “introversion” is actually just plain old-fashioned selfishness coupled with laziness. Don’t get me wrong; I believe that there is value in solitude and that it can be pursued with healthy motives. I don’t think all “extroverted” people are holier or more genuinely loving than “introverts.” That said, here’s what I wonder:
If I don’t love the people I don’t know well, is it because they aren’t doing anything for me (selfishness) or because it takes effort to get to know them (laziness)? Do I dread rooms full of new people because I can’t predict or manipulate them? If I really saw the people around me as image-bearers of God and recipients of the love that Christ has poured out in my heart, would I really be an “introvert?”