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Robert Hanlon was an award winning potter, winning awards statewwide & nationwide. He no longer had to indulge in pottery for money, instead he did the lecture circuit, giving lectures every 2-3  months  to packed houses.

His speeches were similar. He would have 5 of his  pieces on pedestals & would talk about each piece as the spotlight shone on it. Occasionally he would step into the crowd, much to their awe & hand them one of his pieces to hand around.

Although he spoke of the technicalities, Hanlon would keep thing light with humour & his repartee at the post speech function had the crowd both laughing & in awe of him. He had been know to sit a piece on the stage floor & kick it into the crowd. The crowd would yell for a few seconds before realising the piece was paper mache, covering the front few rows  with confetti that he had prepared before.

When in company he was unstoppable the room was at his command. He could talk to anyone and everyone. He was the life of the party. Hanlon always took  pride in his appearance & was turned out immaculately for each event. He really did stand out. Even if you didn’t know who he was, you knew he was ‘someone.’

At the post speech parties He would continually look at his watch. As 9pm approach he began to become edgy. When 9pm arrived he would politely excuse himself. As he was of such high profile & was the keynote speaker, nobody tried to stop him. The attendees were just pleased to have associated with him.

He would get in his car & begin to hyperventilate whether he was going to his hotel room or  to his home. Why? He was an ambivert. An ambivert is a person who has a balance of extrovert and introvert features in their personality. Although he socialised well, Hanlon had to have time alone.

Nobody knew this. He had his routine down so well that it became second nature. It was routine. When he was attending a social function he would be vomiting 30 minutes before the event.

Just as he had to have time on his own he also had the need to socialise. He was neither an introvert or an extrovert. He was somewhere in the middle.

Where do you fit?

 

What the crowd didn’t know
Was that all the time
He was aching to get home
To solitude.

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