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About Me | I'm a teenage girl, I'm an introvert, and I go to a tiny school. (If you don't know what an introvert is, or if you think we're all terribly antisocial and awkward all the time, read on :] Not all introverts are the same, we're more varied than snowflakes, so I'll just speak for myself in describing this.) My introversion is similar to shyness in that I'm not good at talking to people I don't know very well (unless I'm typing at you. I'm great at expressing myself confidently on a screen, but if I talk to you face-to-face or on the phone, everything just comes out wrong and there are things that I realize a few hours later that I should have said/not said), and I get very nervous around people I've just met or don't know very well. I don't like to be around strangers unless a good friend is by my side, but if I'm really comfortable around you (which could take a few years) I won't EVER shut up! My brain is nuts and interesting and weird and I'll freely share it with you if you're up to it (but only if I can type it – otherwise I feel incapable of spilling my guts), but I go through my life in a state of perpetual discomfort mostly caused by my fear of saying or doing something wrong. So back to introverts… (very complicated subject XD) We tend to be exhausted by socialness, and after a while we need alone time as badly as you need oxygen. We tend to be very deep, looking further inside than out. (Fun Fact: introverts tend to observe more by touch than their extroverted counterparts!) Sometimes I can get a sentence stuck on the edge of my lips, and I'm about to say it but I don't (usually this happens when the unsaid words aren't very nice). I also tend to think in concepts instead of words, which might just be me, but if it's an introvert thing it would explain why we don't convey thoughts and ideas so well, and why we aren't altogether too good at conversing. <img src='https://blahtherapy.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> I think that's all I've got about introversion, except that mine has rather boxed me into a predicament (which I will GLADLY try to explain to you if you ask, but you ought to have an open mind and a few hours!) Well, "boxed" is actually far too clean and neat of a word for my predicament… If you think of a box, you think of perfect corners and a nice, tidy, closed-up little cube. That's not accurate at all. It's more like somebody took a mile of string and walked aimlessly around a forest with one end in their hand, then someone cut down most of the trees and tossed them in the ocean with the string all tied around and in and through and among them, so it would take days to undo already – but we haven't even started! The tree-string bundle whooshes around the world for a year or two, then it washes up on a deserted island where sand, grass, coconuts, etc. get added to the mess. Back out to sea, gathering more and more stuff until it finally lands back in front of me, with somebody's brother (a specific somebody) sitting on top hanging on tight to the whole dang thing. So the string is my introversion, the trees are the people, the island is a middle-school dance, the ocean is my life, and all the crap stuck in it are little scraps of memories and events and stories and words and thoughts and feelings and who-knows-what-all. And now I'm trying untangle it and it's causing me a boatload of stress (haha, a pun), so if you have advice, it's totally welcome!!! It's a very long story with lots of little pieces, but if you read ALL of this, then I have faith in you! <img src='https://blahtherapy.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif' alt=':D' class='wp-smiley' /> |
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