When in a group, mine is the voice that isn't heard. I can manage a sentence or two, then someone else butts in. I've never been good at making friends. It sounds sad to say that I've never had a really close one, but it doesn't bother me. I quite like my own company, and am not fond of big gatherings, but I'm in a choir and U3A and enjoy some socialising, in small doses.
What does sometimes bother me is the fact that I never seem to be seriously affected by bad things that happen, and seem to lack emotion to some extent. I have coped well with bereavements. Even when I was attacked with a knife, last year, I stayed pretty calm and, luckily, came out of it with only minor injuries. I was warned that it might lead to PTSD, but I haven't had any serious after effects. People think that I am amazingly tough, but it's just the way I am. Likewise, I never seem to experience extreme joy, even over the birth of my children and grandchildren.
I think that people see me as quiet, friendly and helpful. Not too bothered about how I look, as long as I'm clean, tidy and comfortable. Someone who copes with anything life throws at me, which about sums me up, I suppose.