You DEFINITELY got the dog high. She proceeded to rub her back on the floor, then dragged her head across it, then froze when she realized I was watching her. Then she did this little huff thing she does, walked over to her food bowl brought out a carrot and looked at me as if ‘What??’
Just fucking great. Fucking damn fuck fucking shit FUCK. It’s definitely fucking un-ignorable now. I’m in fucking [ ] with the poor bastard. And their’s no way I’m going to be able to fucking say it. Dammit.
Myth #1 – Introverts don’t like to talk. This is not true. Introverts just don’t talk unless they have something to say. They hate small talk. Get an introvert talking about something they are interested in, and they won’t shut up for days.
Myth #2 – Introverts are shy. Shyness has nothing to do with being an Introvert. Introverts are not necessarily afraid of people. What they need is a reason to interact. They don’t interact for the sake of interacting. If you want to talk to an Introvert, just start talking. Don’t worry about being polite.
Myth #3 – Introverts are rude. Introverts often don’t see a reason for beating around the bush with social pleasantries. They want everyone to just be real and honest. Unfortunately, this is not acceptable in most settings, so Introverts can feel a lot of pressure to fit in, which they find exhausting.
Myth #4 – Introverts don’t like people. On the contrary, Introverts intensely value the few friends they have. They can count their close friends on one hand. If you are lucky enough for an introvert to consider you a friend, you probably have a loyal ally for life. Once you have earned their respect as being a person of substance, you’re in.
Myth #5 – Introverts don’t like to go out in public. Nonsense. Introverts just don’t like to go out in public FOR AS LONG. They also like to avoid the complications that are involved in public activities. They take in data and experiences very quickly, and as a result, don’t need to be there for long to “get it.” They’re ready to go home, recharge, and process it all. In fact, recharging is absolutely crucial for Introverts.
Myth #6 – Introverts always want to be alone. Introverts are perfectly comfortable with their own thoughts. They think a lot. They daydream. They like to have problems to work on, puzzles to solve. But they can also get incredibly lonely if they don’t have anyone to share their discoveries with. They crave an authentic and sincere connection with ONE PERSON at a time.
Myth #7 – Introverts are weird. Introverts are often individualists. They don’t follow the crowd. They’d prefer to be valued for their novel ways of living. They think for themselves and because of that, they often challenge the norm. They don’t make most decisions based on what is popular or trendy.
Myth #8 – Introverts are aloof nerds. Introverts are people who primarily look inward, paying close attention to their thoughts and emotions. It’s not that they are incapable of paying attention to what is going on around them, it’s just that their inner world is much more stimulating and rewarding to them.
Myth #9 – Introverts don’t know how to relax and have fun. Introverts typically relax at home or in nature, not in busy public places. Introverts are not thrill seekers and adrenaline junkies. If there is too much talking and noise going on, they shut down. Their brains are too sensitive to the neurotransmitter called Dopamine. Introverts and Extroverts have different dominant neuro-pathways. Just look it up.
Myth #10 – Introverts can fix themselves and become Extroverts. Introverts cannot “fix themselves” and deserve respect for their natural temperament and contributions to the human race. In fact, one study (Silverman, 1986) showed that the percentage of Introverts increases with IQ.
dear people i know: this is me.
Realizing how much this is me as well.
This is so me. Damn, I even used the phrase “recharge”, which still gets me tons of eye rolls.
excuse me while i puke feelings allover your dashes, guys
I went to the county fair with that one guy. My ~boyfriend~. Whatever. Anyway, county fairs arent even that good. Not compared to the texas state fair. But I digress. The point is, I had a ridiculously fun time.
We went to a concert of some country guy I have never heard of (he was pretty good though) and he put his arms around me the whole time. And maybe it’s the liquor I snuck in inside that water bottle talking, but having him hold me while listening to sappy country songs was strangely satisfying. Albeit uber cliche.
We went on the super giant ferris wheel and I hyperventilated cause I’m super afraid of heights (yeah, turns out i’m NOT over that phobia yet). But he made stupid jokes to ditract me, and held my hand despite of my death grip, and made me look at all the lights in the fair below us. Even if I wanted to punch him for laughing at how chicken-shit I was, he was still so damn cute about it. The bastard.
We went on a few rides, but since I’m a huge chicken and scared to death of rollercoasters, we ended the night early and went to McDonalds. It was almost closed for inside dining, so we sat in the biggest booth there cause it was like a ghost town. We ate shit food off the dollar menu and talked about his last year of college, and how fucking awesome teachers are, and how shitty students are, and we talked about philosphy, and sociology, and how it’s stupid people cant just get along.
Bottom line, it was such a simple night, but it made me really happy. Someone needs to tell this guy to stop making me like him so much. It’s getting fucking scary.
So, today I was working HBA (Health/Beauty/Aroma) at the retailer I work at when I dealt with the creepiest lady ever. To set the scene, The lady that approaches me out of nowhere is mid-twenties MAYBE early 30’s in age; so I’d like to think she should be pretty educated on the subject we discuss. Anyway, I notice her walking down the aisle i’m zoning, looking worried.
"Oh, can I help you find something?" I say with my usual workforce smile, beautifully ignorant of what the future holds with this woman.
She egarly agrees that yes, she does need my help, and leads me a few aisles over. The tampon/pad/old people diaper aisle.
That’s when the most terrifying thing I’ve ever heard at work comes out of her mouth; “I’m having trouble choosing, which tampon do you think is the best? What do you use? I have a heavy flow, though”
What. The. Actual. Fuck.
Lady, I know I work here. I know customers are supposed to come to us with their questions. But I do not want to entrust you with the types of period aides I use—No one needs to know. Ever. That is never a topic of discussion. No, not even ~girlfriends~ discuss their damn menstrual choices with one another. It’s just fucking creepy.
And furthermore, I never want to hear the phrase "I have a heavy flow" from a stranger ever, ever, ever, again.
Heh, I am more than prepared for your question, Sir!
We did a project in my high school art class of this exact nature. That’s how I developed the character "Super Bitch", who’s deadpool-esque as well as a walking parody of Batman/Ironman with a perpetually sarcastic mentality.