I'm probably the quietest person you will ever know. I've always been a person of few words. Since I've moved cross country, to a place where I know only a small handful of people, I use even fewer words.
I've never really had much to say. I guess you could call me an extreme introvert without a hint of any exaggeration whatsoever.
This subject arises because at the local thrift store today, the clerk was talking to me quite a bit. See, I only realize how quiet, shy and demure I really am, if I say things out loud, am engaged in an actual conversation. I heard my mousey voice, noticed eye contact was difficult and felt like I was trying to hide within myself. Conversation sometimes feels like invasion.
Or that I have nothing to say, to offer. I'm not interested or interesting.
I'm tired. And kinda hapless. I just wanna go to bed.
I've never really had much to say. I guess you could call me an extreme introvert without a hint of any exaggeration whatsoever.
This subject arises because at the local thrift store today, the clerk was talking to me quite a bit. See, I only realize how quiet, shy and demure I really am, if I say things out loud, am engaged in an actual conversation. I heard my mousey voice, noticed eye contact was difficult and felt like I was trying to hide within myself. Conversation sometimes feels like invasion.
Or that I have nothing to say, to offer. I'm not interested or interesting.
I'm tired. And kinda hapless. I just wanna go to bed.
