As an introvert, I have never been able to make people explain what I feel about introversion. It's always different and never ending. Introversion is often mistaken for miserablity. But it isn't. Being introvert doesn't mean crying and sulking all the time. It's just a difficult version of human. A lower one maybe. Because you fail to explain the things that are so easy and predictable. Words are on your lips but they just don't come out. It's like one part of your soul drags you down to not speak it and you try tough to fight it but you just fail. And you feel blocked. It's a bolted cage and you just can't even look out, forget alone coming out of it. And the different and a sadder part is, it isolates you, even from the cages that are adjacent to yours. Because the people in those cages are as difficult as you are. They are on the same journey as of yours. Going through the same things like you. But with different intensities. And that makes it more difficult to understand. Some people are introverts since childhood, some people are not, some people have deepest effect of introversion on themselves while some do not. But all in all, it's one life-not a phase, emotion, but life. And it should be taken care of. It should be loved. It should be understood. Introverts are so easily misunderstood. Their disability or difficulty to share things is often mistaken for being rude and their habit of putting earphones all the time is mistaken for being ignorant. Nobody likes being mocked for what they are. Nobody likes being judged for being someone they find comfort in. Introverts are not difficult to understand. You just need to make them comfortable about the idea of your presence because they have a habit of being alone and they enjoy being alone. And if you disturb someone during their enjoyment, you have to make them sure that they will enjoy more with you, don't you? Basic rule, ain't it?
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