Day of the Introverts

 

How do you spot an introvert in a crowd?

You don’t.

 

     So yesterday, January 2, was World Introvert day, and as expected, no one came out to celebrate and party. Every celebrant decided to just stay home. Lol.

     I don’t know if I’m an introvert, but until now, starting from when I was in grade one, as much as I can, I reject invitations for me to attend parties or any event or happening that would require 20 or more people to gather. If ever I acquiesce, expect me to want to go home every minute while there. I prefer being with a small group of people who I know very well. And while in a group of people I am not close with, don’t expect me to initiate a conversation. I prefer observing the people with me, and then writing about them later. Lol.

     Sometimes, I think I’m just asocial because I am of the opinion that I’m ugly, poor, and inarticulate and that no one would be pleased with my presence. But then I also think that even if I probably had the looks and muscles of Henry Cavill, the eloquence of a motivational speaker and the money of Elon Musk, I probably still would prefer to stay home.

     I have a passport, but I still prefer to just chill at home and not travel.

     Okay, I don’t travel because I don’t have the means.  

     And I still don’t know if I really am an introvert—or just plain ugly and dull and not wanting to bore others with my company.