Quietly taking a step back just to watch the gyrating masses didn’t mean I was uncomfortable. I was taking in the moment in my own introverted way.
This feeling of being drained is a mental and emotional fatigue that won’t go away until I’ve had a day to be alone with my thoughts.
Learning about personality types helped me understand that we don’t all process information the same way, and we are different in the ways we communicate.
If you are an introvert and you don’t talk a lot, people will automatically assume that you are a very meek and mild-mannered person.
Introversion didn’t explain the ball of fear in my stomach. It wasn’t until I stumbled across the term “social anxiety” that I began to understand myself.
I like to make jokes about how much I hate people. As an introvert, it’s easy to do. However, despite appearances, I don’t hate people, just socializing.
Introverts, the signs include the following: the need to be home by 10 p.m., even on weekends, or I would feel very tired and grumpy the next day.
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.