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.
it’s like this person took the frustrating thoughts and feelings in my mind and laid them out in a logical, reasonable way. THIS
When Xena kisses Gabrielle after Gabrielle and Perdicus’ wedding.
Lucy: “Oh No!”Renee: “Oh my God! I don’t remember that!”Lucy: “Xena slipped her the tongue!Renee: “Where did that come from?!Lucy: “What’s going on there?!”Renee: “So now I understand. I get it now. I mean wh..wha..what were we thinking? Of course.”Lucy: “I can’t imagine why people thought there was subtext in this. Good God!”Renee: “What the… God that’s so funny. That’s obviously when we were…”Lucy: “Xena’s recruiting!!”
When Gabrielle tells Perdicus she’s never been with another man before.
*Giggles from both women*Renee: I said ‘Man’ right.
When Gabrielle and Perdicus…erm… get it on (grosses me out to say that eeek..)
*Cringing from both women*Lucy: “This is painful to me.. Urrrghh..”
Lucy talking about how Gabrielle’s boobs got bigger in season 5 & 6 and Renee saying how Gabrielle’s outfits as the series went on.
Renee: “They kept giving me sexier outfits… I think erm…”Lucy: “And you started to pump it up, hottie.” *Cheeky, intense stare Renee’s way*
what if p diddy was actually called pete diddy and we just misheard him and now he just goes with it because its too late to correct everyone but every night he goes home and cries and whispers to himself ‘my name is pete’
I went through a terrible depression last year, one where I did want to die, and wished that the pain in my heart would cause me to die. Really, it was only my irrational fear of pain that kept me from doing it to myself, although I even researched painless ways of committing suicide. It is an impossible state to be in, to feel absolutely no hope for the future, to be living in a nightmare where nothing will ever make you happy again. It doesn’t matter what blessings I had or how bad others have it comparatively.. in fact, nothing matters. The pointlessness of living is so apparent that every breath becomes unbearable. My depression was the inevitable result of my natural inclination to set up all of my life’s worth in a relationship with someone else, ending with that person’s purposeful invalidation of every moment we were together. It sent me reeling into a void. Even now, just the memory of the weight in my soul during that period is staggering. Looking back to that time, I clearly remember everyone, myself included, assuring me that I would feel better in time, and that I would find someone else. These thoughtful reassurances, while they sound good and perhaps should logically be comforting, really did nothing to improve my condition. I was sure of my own fate, and although I knew that in time I wouldn’t hurt as much, I was absolutely certain that I lost the love of my life and would never be as happy with another person. I was completely self-oriented and spiralling in a circle of warring self-hatred and self-victimization.
If I had not chosen to fight through (or, more accurately, if I had not been unable to take matters into my own hands, as it were), of course I would not have met the ACTUAL love of my life—someone who loves me in all the ways I didn’t think were possible, who understands me in ways I never expected from anyone, who wants me more than I’ve ever been wanted. Someone who won’t let ME get away. Someone who needs me, which is most important. Yes, I wouldn’t have met her—but neither would she have met me. If I could talk to myself one year ago, I think that is what I’d say: Someone might need YOU. Don’t remove yourself from the world yet, because there is someone waiting to meet you, someone only you can touch and heal and complete. Someone struggling to survive her own battles, and reaching blindly for someone just like you, searching for someone strong enough to love her and committed enough to support her, because most people aren’t.
But I am, and I really believe I was literally born to be hers. I’ve known since I was very young that my ambition in life would never be to change the world, to be rich or famous, or even to achieve a particular career or social status. My first priority always was, and always will be, love. Up until now, I have spent the majority of my waking life in a constant state of vague frustration; because it seemed no one else is like me in that way. Over and over I have laid everything down, not just for my lovers but for my friends, and have seen it taken for granted or ignored. I had honestly come to expect that no one would ever feel as much as I do, about everyone close to me. I have realized that, ultimately, my purpose in life is to experience love—to be shown love, receive it, share it, and provide it. There is no other way for me to feel fulfilled. But only now do I have a true understanding of the place, and purpose that I was made for, because I’m finally doing it! I’ve found what I was looking for. No one will ever really know what that means to me; how precious this is to me. My journey is over and now I can look into the peaceful sunset of my future.
It is terrifying to think that I was ready to give up only a year ago, and to imagine what would have happened to her if we hadn’t found each other. And, it is also terrifying to consider what would happen to me if I lost her. Somehow I don’t think I could come back from that.