It's a crazy world we live in where I get mistaken for an extrovert. Introversion is my true personality, and, trust me, back in the old days no one - and I mean no one - would have mistaken me for anything else.

In fact, people didn't even know who I was, as most of the time I stuck to myself. It would have been nice feeling comfortable in the company of others, but the fact is I was rarely at ease. Home alone, in my own thoughts, was where I drew nourishment.

I am bringing this up in relation...