Hello, Taepoo here.
Okay, I admit, I stole this title from something that Adryan said a while back, and I really liked it. So why not write on it?
I don’t know exactly how I became introverted, or if you can “become” that way, and don’t just pop out of the womb going “nooo, don’t look at me.” Either way, I know a large part of who I am was influenced by Adryan, since she is the one who did the most babysitting for me when I was a kid. She taught me about boys and what jerks they can be (not all), bought me food all the time (which for us is a big deal), and took me home for the majority of my high school career. Shout out to you, Adryan, if you read this in the future. You’re awesome.
Our sister on the other hand is a complete extrovert. I recently got off the phone with her, where she mentioned that she gets irrationally angry at me (sometimes) when I don’t want to hang out with her every day. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love my sister dearly… but I love alone time, too. She is the girl who goes out drinking and clubbing to meet guys, I’m the one who stays indoors in my PJ’s watching anime in the dark. With ramen. I tried to explain to her in the best way possible that I don’t always want to do something on my down time, which made her jump to the conclusion that we would do something at least twice a week. I jokingly said “more like half a day,” wherein she accepted that and said we can start there. So a joke probably saved me from that for a while.
Anyway, my point is this: I’m happy I can find joy in doing nothing. I would much rather be content sitting reading a book, or just browsing the internet, or even laying down and just staring at the ceiling, than feel that unreachable itch that comes with being active. Instead of going “what should I do? I’m so bored,” I go “man this is a great day to be lazy.” I find joy in sitting in a silent room. I find even more joy in being silent myself.
In a world that never shuts up, it’s nice to know you can. Some times all your friends need is someone who can listen and make them feel comfortable – like you won’t judge them for something they feel should make them guilty. Then when they need someone to talk to… well, they have specific friends that are good at talking to them, too. Advice and consolation were never my forte. I prefer to let my emotions speak through the times when I am silent. Do you ever wish you could talk to a clone of yourself? To see what it’s like? Just a random thought.
Take heart, my fellow quieteers (like musketeers… get it?). Being silent isn’t a bad thing. I consider it a blessing.
Plus when no one is home I like to burst out into song. So there’s that.