To highly sensitive introverts like me, who struggle to stay productive while working in a busy office, using headphones is a big deal.
When I went on my first true solo trip to Australia several years ago, I realized there’s a whole other kind of being alone.
Ever since I was a child, I felt like a weirdo. In primary school, it was okay, though, because I was the weirdo that everyone knew and liked.
As an introvert, I simply prefer to reflect, consider, and deliberately think through whatever is presented to me.
I am finally beginning to walk comfortably in my introverted skin — and it feels amazing. This happy stroll is a long way from where I was a few years ago.
After many years of overwrought self-analysis and a drawn out misunderstanding of my own needs, I now wear my self-awarded badge of introversion with honor.
As far back as I can remember, I’ve always felt different. As a kid, I was really quiet and enjoyed spending lots of time by myself.
Introverts, have you ever done or said something and the people around you looked at you like you were an alien from Mars?
Although I was a quiet introvert when I was young, I was constantly trying to “come out of my shell” and do cool things like sports and partying.
He sat there while I reread the same paragraph and wondered who was being more rude: me, for not putting down my book or him, for thinking I would do so.