I'm an Introvert
I'm starting so see why people behave the way the do around me. They're always cautious, nurturing and giving advice when I didn't ask for it. For the longest time, I thought there was something weird with me that made them like that. And yah, I definately was the cause.
So here's a little something that I hope will clear a few things:
I'm an introvert. Don't know what that is? Look it up. But in short, I am a person completely content by my self and my lonesome. I'd rather be reading a book, or writing, or even daydreaming. I don't do them because I'm lonely or anti-social or even lazy, I do them because that's me and I like it. Introverts tend to do solitary activities like that, you know. Introverts on a social level are not lonely. I think people mislabel me as a loner, geek, or nerd simply because they don't see me with people. I see people and their groups and I instantly recognise their social pattern - which, most of the time, does not interest me. Just because you don't see me socializing, does not mean I'm not anti-social. I talk and mingle when I want to, and sometimes, I admit, being at a party exhaust me. I don't like small talk, but I give an effort just for the sake of getting to know a person. I perfer conversations that have more depth...but at the moment, I don't think I am very intelligent to know what is depth, so I'm intimidated and then feel red and stupid...
Enough.
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Renovation at my house is slow. Dust is everywhere and it's as thick as a smog. I've been invading my god-sister's house for the past couple of days to get my work done. I'm so behind, but for some reason I'm able to do more work there in a day, than anywhere in a week. I wish I can live there. Actaully, I wish I can live by myself. Damn you, empty pocket book. Should I find a million dollars under my tree, I - oh wait, I don't have a Christmas tree.
So here's a little something that I hope will clear a few things:
I'm an introvert. Don't know what that is? Look it up. But in short, I am a person completely content by my self and my lonesome. I'd rather be reading a book, or writing, or even daydreaming. I don't do them because I'm lonely or anti-social or even lazy, I do them because that's me and I like it. Introverts tend to do solitary activities like that, you know. Introverts on a social level are not lonely. I think people mislabel me as a loner, geek, or nerd simply because they don't see me with people. I see people and their groups and I instantly recognise their social pattern - which, most of the time, does not interest me. Just because you don't see me socializing, does not mean I'm not anti-social. I talk and mingle when I want to, and sometimes, I admit, being at a party exhaust me. I don't like small talk, but I give an effort just for the sake of getting to know a person. I perfer conversations that have more depth...but at the moment, I don't think I am very intelligent to know what is depth, so I'm intimidated and then feel red and stupid...
Enough.
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Renovation at my house is slow. Dust is everywhere and it's as thick as a smog. I've been invading my god-sister's house for the past couple of days to get my work done. I'm so behind, but for some reason I'm able to do more work there in a day, than anywhere in a week. I wish I can live there. Actaully, I wish I can live by myself. Damn you, empty pocket book. Should I find a million dollars under my tree, I - oh wait, I don't have a Christmas tree.