Introvert

I'm not antisocial. I adore being around people. I can't bear to sit alone at lunch or in the band hall, and at home, I follow my mother around just for the company. When I'm in an especially bad mood, I can't be in the house alone. Even if my family is going to talk to people in the ward, I will willingly go along, no matter how pissed off I am or how little I know the people.

I am not a social person, however. I make little effort to make friends whenever I move and just wait for people to approach me. I'm okay with not having any friends in my classes, cuz sometimes knowledge is enough (I know I sound like a freak there). I hate summer because I hardly ever see my friends, but it's not like I fight for the ability to do so. I am okay to just sit and not have anyone talk or listen to me while I watch clouds or read Great American Novels.

It seems odd that I can be so loud, crazy, transparent, and a (perhaps) good leader when I sometimes wish for a whole week on an island where I could sing and sunbathe and just not be around people. But I think that's what's interesting; being an introvert is NOT equivalent to being antisocial or quiet or timid (though I certainly feel like I am all three at times). There's nothing that says that a girl that is happiest by herself or with one or two people can't have a blast at Cavestock or want to spend every night with the best date group ever or become drum major so they can help and interact with a lot of people. There's nothing that says that besides the stereotypes and stigmas of the world, and who cares about that?

In other news, the Ollers are visiting, I'm getting my patriarchal blessing on Saturday, and I have the best little brother in the world. You all can be jealous. [check mine and Preethi's letter writing tumblr, Something Legendary (it's on the side), to see why]