Image by Jonny Lindner from Pixabay
Oh, right. They don’t even know we exist. It’s not their fault, though. We never spoke up or did anything to make them notice us. Even then, there’s not much noticeable about us, is there?
They’re better off in their own group. We’d just drag them down. Wait. No. No intrusive thoughts. None. No tension, no self deprecation, none of that.
It’s better this way. Not in a bad sense. Years have been spent on trying to go outside. Going out and socialising. Making hundreds of new friends and being loved by all! Except that hasn’t happened. Not yet, not ever. Not in a bad way!
Tons of people have connections with each other – a web of interconnected social groups, catching others in the sticky silk of socialisation. And we’re the fly that passed right on by – to home, to creature comforts. And that’s – no matter which way you look at it – not a bad thing.
If we were part of the gang every day, going outside and getting active, we’d be so tired we’d have to hibernate for half a month. If we went outside and tried chatting up strangers we’d just give up halfway and waste half a day.
Being an introvert isn’t something you can fix. Nothing’s broken in the first place. We still live in a rich, creative world – inspired by fiction, films and nature.
We don’t need to change a single thing. Not even the fact that I talk to myself a lot!
Jericho Uy Cabahug is an A Level student currently studying English Language, Literature and Art, and is pursuing a career in Games Design. In his spare time he enjoys writing, drawing original characters, watching anime and eating rice.
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