I give myself full permission to be quiet. I might be enjoying a conversation while having little to add to the discussion. It might be a topic that I find interesting but that I don’t know much about, so I don’t judge myself for not contributing. I make sure that I don’t judge myself at all when I have nothing to say.
After learning more about introversion, I became way more comfortable in my skin.
In a world that places so much value on extroversion, it’s really fucking hard to survive.
Being introverted isn’t about being weak, it’s about understanding what makes you strong.
I normally suck at keeping in touch with people, but I answered your texts as soon as they lit up my phone. I normally bottle my emotions up inside, but I let you know exactly how I felt about you.
When they like you, they like you. When they commit, they commit.
Last minute plans give you intense anxiety, unless they are made by you. You love the thought of spontaneity, but only if it’s your idea.
No one would ever guess you have social anxiety. People with social anxiety never utter a peep, right? So, your 15-minute story definitely eliminates any possibility for you to be anxious. HAH, you wish! Little do those around you know, the constant chatter and jokes coming from you is far from an indication of confidence. More like the result of not being able to contain the disorganized mess that is your racing thoughts.
The time is 2:19 a.m. and I sit sullenly at my sad excuse for a desk, typing, backspacing, typing, backspacing. My vocabulary escapes me at this hour. All I want is to fall into purple-hazed dreams and maybe not feel what it feels like to want and want so desperately that it stings. I think back to old friends, acquaintances, lovers, enemies (if there is such a thing anymore) and I try to imagine what they think of me now.
Geminis are both introverted and extroverted, but what else would you expect from The Twins?