introvert or extrovert?
extro: i used to think i was undoubtedly as extrovert. preschool-8th grade. i loved attention. i loved being loud and annoying. i loved singing. i loved doing anything and everything that should be ‘taken down a notch’
intro: then high school came and i alternated between eating lunch in the library and hiding in the bathroom for 4 years. i hated school. i was on some sort of basketball, field hockey, track, lacrosse team each season, included myself in almost every national honors society chapter clubs, did my homework and still cried out of a wish for friends. sure i had some, but none who i felt particularly attached to. some girls made an effort to reach out- i think they could literally see and feel the anxieties i constantly exuded in social situations. so thank you to them, i think that kindness is a lot more than what some experienced in those lonely four years. Wildest Moments by Jessie Ware brings me right back to some tears on the steering wheel after a typical high school day. oh the dramatics.
both?: college has been a nice balance of both. i don’t cry in bathrooms nearly as often and eat lunch with different groups of friends. i learned to love those alone meals too. but still takes a weird push of self-confidence to sit down by myself in proximity of groups, loud & excited after the buffet line. while i adore my friends, i gain almost all my new energy alone- a sign of a true introvert according to many.
we may all be lonely ... lonely together? what a way to live... i think sometimes we float around in little bubbles too afraid to pop others’ in fear of popping our own.
i have many more thoughts on this subject but typing blog posts from your phone is tiring, so the last thing i can think of leaving you with is a book rec: I’m sorry I’m late, I didn’t want to come by Jessica Pa
ill try to be more positive tomorrow :) sometimes life just isnt it tho
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love this
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