Introverts unite… in your own homes, under your own blankets, with your own tea.
I am delighted to be an introvert.
I am not socially inept. I am not afraid. I am not flawed. I am not shy.
I am simply wired to find my rejuvenation in solitude.
I find my most delightful creativity in solitude where I need make no apologies for who I am.
It’s quite lovely, actually.
I feel sad when I am misunderstood and presumed angry or weird or aloof.
Any other introverts out there? Do you relate to this?