People used to ask me why I looked so sad. Or why I was making faces when I wasn’t making faces. I’m an introvert. That’s what we do! Thank you Christopher Hudspeth for this article!
“I’m not mad, I promise.”
I’m quiet because I’m thinking, which is also probably causing me to have an unapproachable, hostile facial expression, but rest assured I am in a perfectly fine mood.
“No, seriously I’m not mad.”
I wasn’t even remotely mad, but since you’ve continued to press me, pointing out how quiet I am and asking what’s wrong for 30 minutes, I’ve grown slightly irritated.
“Who all is going?”
Will I know every individual in attendance or do I have to mentally prepare myself to engage in conversation with people I’ve never met?
“Of course you can stay the night!”
This. This is why I don’t invite people over. Now I won’t be alone for the next 8 hours or so, meaning I’ll have to be an accommodating, zero-privacy-having, fully accessible host… God forbid you wake up in the morning and try to spend the…
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