Introverts are well, introverts. They have a lot of crazy fantasies, such as falling in love with a super-human and not realizing it, until either their super-human love is insulted or a close friend gets in love with their person (or super-person instead). But, even when they realize it, they don’t tell anyone about it.
Yes, Introverts don’t open up easily. They talk, the talk real less. People might even think that they are being ignored by them, but it’s not. They are not unwelcoming or rude. They are even not ‘khadoos’, as some would call them. They just enjoy being in their own company, and they love their own selves more than anyone can imagine.
Please, they don’t need sympathy! They are not pitiful. They run away from interactions, because they are worried that others might steal their idea, or totally make fun of it. (sarcasm
Introverts are not pro-active or even active externally. They just smile, when they are enjoying. Please don’t expect anything else. They might look sad or depressed, when not smiling, but they might just be enjoying their make-believe world. Then again, when they smile, they smile as if there is no tomorrow and their smile melts all those hard core faces. In simple words, their smile does a lot of magic, which might even force someone to write a love letter to them.
Coming to the point, an individual can be either of the two, an introvert or an extrovert, or in fact, both. It’s the person who has to see, which trait is more dominant in him/her. As for the writer, she is an extrovert on the outside for most of the hours, but an innocent introvert for a few chosen hours of the day.
They have their own swagger. They rock life inside the box, in our own way. They are ‘the introverts’!
About The Author
Ambivert. Alien. Sometimes bold. Sometimes cute. In love with books, coffee and nature. The girly tom-boy, exploring her potential.