Cats and Dogs: An Introvert’s Diary

I’m not really fun of telling people my story. Talking to them makes me feel uneasy. I’m insecure to be specific, and these insecurities of mine made me too afraid to be criticized by them. I’m always seen in the corner enjoying my own company. Crowds drain me, too many people consumes my energy, parties and get together causes me anxiousness, small talks bore me, strangers make me want to escape and I don’t like it when I am forced to talk. I’m not an alien or something that fears human contact. It is just that, I’m a social vegan thus far I avoid meet. However, I still believe that “no man is an island” but I prefer a circle of 3-5 people whom I can talk all the things I want to. Be with me in silence but without awkwardness. Though this circle of mine may be cutting me because it’s too small nonetheless it is fine with me, given that those people I’m letting in are worth my effort.

I enjoy animals’ company more than of those with humans. I love cats to be exact. Their purrs make me calm and the rubbing of their bodies on to me tells me I’m being trusted. But what I’m confused of is that when cats run away and hide when a visitor arrives, it is acceptable but when I do it I’m being called an anti social. I can’t please everyone anyway and that is how someone like me is being labeled as.

I’d prefer being lost in the world of books than being lost in a conversation of which is a complete nonsense. I have zero tolerance of people’s tease and small talks drain me more than anything else. I wanted to be invited but ended up rejecting it. I like to stay at home and be alone but not lonely. That is how my life has always been but that is how I want it to be.

By the way, I’m Sophia, I’m an introvert. This is how I was born. I have never needed change just like how you wanted me to be. Change to fit in; No, we, introverts doesn’t need to be changed, we need to be understood.