Introversion
I enrolled into a university with a secret goal to become outgoing. I made a mental and (literally) physical effort to make friends and spend time with people like normal people do. Most friends who newly know me don’t know or can’t even believe that I am actually introverted. It’s not like I’m keeping my introversion itself secret but rather I don’t go out of my way to tell people because I don’t want them to treat me any differently. But what ends up happening is that most days, friends will want to hang out with me, for a considerable amount of time. This is as enjoyable to me as it is burdening; instead of parting ways at the end of the day to do work, as I imagine normal people do, I, exhausted, proceed to not do work and not manage responsibilities. Every time I wonder if I should trade my forced sociability for self-comfort, I enjoy a great weekend party or spontaneous mid-week miniature adventure. I guess I wouldn’t trade those for near-anything. But, f_ck, I’m tired. Those papers aren’t due for awhile anyway.
