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18 People Talk About What It Feels Like To Be An Introvert

Selfmanic:

This is exactly how I feel way too often. Can I get a sign for my desk that says, “Come back later, introverting”?

Originally posted on Thought Catalog:

When you’re an introvert, small talk feels really cumbersome and being in a crowd — you feel alone. Networking feels fake and when you need to recharge your batteries, that alone time feels incredibly satisfying. If you’ve wondered what it feels like to be introverted, check out this Quora thread.

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1. Ellen Vrana

I feel frustrated when I explain to someone that I need alone time and she responds, “yes, I need that every once in a while.” No you don’t get it, that is my preferred mode, almost all the time I would prefer to be alone. I was just making it sound casual so I wouldn’t offend you or make you think I’m weird.

I feel sad when people take it personally that I don’t want to spend time with them, or start to drift out of the conversation because my emotional battery is…

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Mary Oliver

How I go to the woods

Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore
unsuitable.

I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of
praying, as you no doubt have yours.

Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit
on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
unhearable sound of the roses singing.

If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
you very much.”

Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems

Bad Day.

“A Soft Place To Land”

Calling it quits
You think this is easy
I swear I heard you calling the jury
Call it a catch
Without any strings attached

Well I’m looking for a soft place to land
The forest floor
The palms of your hands
I’m looking for a soft place to land
I call it an ace
You’ve gotta believe me
But you’re calling me names not to my face
But you’re calling my spade a bluff
Calling it love

Call me in the night
I don’t mind, I don’t care, I can’t sleep
Call me in the day, in my car, on my way
Call me by name, all I want is to hear you say

Well I’m looking for a soft place to land
The forest floor
The palms of your hands
I’m looking for a soft place to land
The forest floor
The palms of your hands, palms of your hands

What I’m working on.

I figured I would give you guys and update on what I’m working on:

  1. I am finishing the rewrites on my novel, The Mage’s Daughter. It’s a fantasy set in a pre-industry society where magic is only available to the privileged, royal, or wealthy. The main character is a young female mage called Beryl who is fighting to make her way in a society that seems to be out to use her any way it can. With a country on the brink of war she fights to learn and prepare while hunting for the mage that attacked her as a child.
  2. Short stories edited and ready to be submitted. Woo!
  3. Writing new short stories and wrapping up current projects such as Fan fiction.
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Striving for perfection that doesn’t exist

Selfmanic:

This.

Originally posted on V.C. Willow:

Perfection doesn’t exist, but you can strive towards a state as near to that as possible. It’s the striving for perfection that keeps us going, keeps us persisting to be a little better, a little smarter and a little braver than we were last time. Tomorrow is a new day so when you face a stumbling block you just have to pick yourself up, dust yourself off and try, try and try again.

110215 failure is only the opportunity to begin again

I came across a video today by Ethan Heathcote, I’ve followed him and his boyfriend’s videos on YouTube for a little while now, enjoying  the fun, positive and life affirming vlogs they post,  because who doesn’t need a little more positivity in their life? But the thing that caught my eye on this video was the title ‘I’m not perfect’. For a sweet six minutes the fluffy exterior is shred as it taps into something that applies to…

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