This is what being an introvert means to me.
Most days, I rather stay at home than go out. For many reasons. I get anxious when I have to do something I’ve never done before. I feel safe at home, knowing I control more variables than if I were outside. I don’t have to socialize or see people for a long stretch of time. I never have to pretend to be someone I’m not in my own room. I can just be me.
More often than not, I like being alone. I have no problem with it. In fact, I prefer doing things solo. I once went to watch a movie at the theatres without anyone else, and it was one of the most enjoyable experiences I’ve ever had. However, being alone and being lonely are two different things.
All that being said, I don’t consider myself shy or quiet. If I like you and you like books, I’m anything but shy or quiet.
I think people call me shy because I don’t talk much, at least not in their presence. I’m probably either thinking about something or observing someone. Besides, I’m all for listening and learning rather than talking. When I talk, I’m saying things I already know. But when I listen, I learn stuff I don’t.
My close friends and family can attest to my being anything but quiet. I have a voice. I’m going to make myself heard when I feel the situation calls for it. Funny enough, I worry people can’t hear me, so I compensate by speaking louder. Also, I hate repeating myself. Hate it with a burning passion.
This has been a tiny look into what being an introvert means to me and only me.