As an introvert, I used to be a chronic sufferer of “old soul syndrome.” I was self-diagnosed, but the condition was easy to identify.
As an introvert and a highly sensitive person, loud parties and raucous bars hold no appeal for me. My usual happy place is curled up in my apartment.
The more I’ve come to understand what it means to be an introvert, the more I realize alone time is something I need for my own mental health.
I thought happiness was having a close group of friends you went bar hopping with every Friday and took an impromptu road trip with on Saturday.