Most of the time, I imagine myself as the extrovert. The one with easy charm and charisma that could talk anyone up. A magnetic personality. Someone that could walk into a group of unrelated people and make a connection instantly. An energetic, vibrant personality.<\/p>\n
But that\\’s really not me. To some, I am one of the most outgoing people they know. In Pittsburgh my last year, I was able to gather people together–organize events and the like. The driving force, some said, to get events going. But I can\\’t constantly do it. I prefer being in the background–a wallflower. I prefer being in a group and observing what people say or do. It\\’s much more peaceful. And the thing I love doing the most now…is write, read and sleep. Activities of the loner.<\/p>\n
I am tossed in the unknown, where I know almost next to nobody. It\\’s intimidating. It\\’s scary. Of course, the path is set for me to succeed and connect. But it\\’s a strange position to be in when I have gone from a loner to an extrovert and then back again. I love people and what makes me happy is when I can bring people together to interact. And yet, here I am, almost embracing it but treading timidly at the same time.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Most of the time, I imagine myself as the extrovert. The one with easy charm and charisma that could talk anyone up. A magnetic personality. Someone that could walk into a group of unrelated people and make a connection instantly. … Continue reading