For the record, I’m an introvert. Strongly an introvert. An ISTJ, if you’re familiar with Myers-Briggs.
Keep in mind that I don’t regularly attend the EF or the OF. Of the two, I prefer the OF, but I don’t go in for all the “extras”. Just give me the Mass.
I am terribly uncomfortable holding hands with strangers during the Our Father. God forbid they should try to
hug me during the sign of peace! I sometimes attend Mass at one of those churches where they “turn and greet each other” before Mass. I purposely arrive late and I
hate to be late. But I’d rather be late than have to have a conversation with a stranger before Mass. I sometimes even dread extended family gatherings because they are exhausting, even though I love my family very much.
I once read a protestant blog about how to build community in a church, and they listed “parking lot greeters” as “essential”. If I went to a church with parking lot greeters, I wouldn’t get out of the car. Seriously, I would just keep driving. It would feel so incredibly invasive to have to speak to a stranger before I could even get my bearings in a new place. It feels like an assault. When I arrive at my own parish, with just 20 families, all well-known to me, I’ve been known to sit in my car until other people have gone in, so that I don’t have to greet them immediately. (I do eventually greet them, as we have a community meal after the liturgy and I always stay. I just need time to warm up.) Before I found a regular confessor and built a relationship with him, Confession was torturous. I had literally bare my soul to a stranger. Yikes!
My introvert children and I confuse my extroverted husband daily. I get it. Really.
I still stand by the idea that Mass is communal by its very nature, but I don’t mean the sort of “forced” community, where you’re greeted at the door, asked to hold hands, hug people during the sign of peace, etc. Even I, as introverted as I am, understand that we need each other as human beings. We are born into a community, a family. We know that deprived of any sort of community, human beings suffer serious psychological damage. God himself is a Community. We are part of the communion of saints. Baptism, in addition to its effects on original sin, makes us part of a community of Christians. We cannot escape this fact of our nature. We need real community, not this fake, forced community that some call community.