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On Being Introverted
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On Being Introverted
A lot of the times it feels like the voices are a clap of thunder jarring you awake from the silent blackness of your sleep. And maybe you'd like to return to that sleep, but the thunder keeps you awake. Other times you get up to participate in the beautiful storm but you are not lightning. You shy away from loud, extravagant voices, not because you don't like people, just because you're not sure how to respond in a similar way that would really incorporate you. Your answers are often gentle smiles and polite nods; you don't like the attention. When two people look at you expecting an answer, your mind processes and percieves something so different that it feels like you're standing center stage under the luminescent lights and unable to utter a sound. So you stray away from large groups, not because you pity yourself or you hate the people talking; moreso because returning to quiet sleep sometimes feels better than the storm.
A lot of the times it feels like the voices are a clap of thunder jarring you awake from the silent blackness of your sleep. And maybe you'd like to return to that sleep, but the thunder keeps you awake. Other times you get up to participate in the beautiful storm but you are not lightning. You shy away from loud, extravagant voices, not because you don't like people, just because you're not sure how to respond in a similar way that would really incorporate you. Your answers are often gentle smiles and polite nods; you don't like the attention. When two people look at you expecting an answer, your mind processes and percieves something so different that it feels like you're standing center stage under the luminescent lights and unable to utter a sound. So you stray away from large groups, not because you pity yourself or you hate the people talking; moreso because returning to quiet sleep sometimes feels better than the storm.
Well this is random. I've been meaning to upload this for a while now. I actually wrote this the first week of school in my AP Language class. My teacher wanted us to write seven sentences "On Being..." and we could write anything we wanted. For example some kids in my class wrote about "On Being a Swimmer." or "On Being a Robot."
Well I wrote about being shy and introverted because that's just who I am as a person. I'm quiet and reserved in public situations. I wasn't so sure about reading it out loud to the class since, once again, I'm terribly shy, and my teacher, despite me secretly crossing my fingers thinking "Please don't pick me. Please don't pick me. Please don't pick me." she still chose me to read mine out loud first.
Wow! I can't even begin to describe how much people enjoyed it! I was so surprised. Everyone in my class thought it was awesome and I was so embarrassed, because I hate being in the spotlight. In fact I have an AP Psych class with some of the kids in my AP Lang class and during that class the next day I was doing some work when I heard them talking about how awesome this little seven sentence story was and they actually came up and told me that it was really amazing how I connected it all together.
I don't think it's my best writing, but I decided to put it on this website to see what you guys think because I got such positive feedback from my literature class. ^^
This is going to sound totally cheesy so be forewarned...but I guess it just came out. It just flowed out of me, because I don't know. I've felt this way for as long as I can remember and I guess I just threw it up on the page.
I spoke from the heart! (ahahahahaha, just kidding
)
Writing © Me
Oh and one more thing, what category should this type of writing be filed under?
I don't know. I just put it under Emotional because I had no idea...
Well I wrote about being shy and introverted because that's just who I am as a person. I'm quiet and reserved in public situations. I wasn't so sure about reading it out loud to the class since, once again, I'm terribly shy, and my teacher, despite me secretly crossing my fingers thinking "Please don't pick me. Please don't pick me. Please don't pick me." she still chose me to read mine out loud first.
Wow! I can't even begin to describe how much people enjoyed it! I was so surprised. Everyone in my class thought it was awesome and I was so embarrassed, because I hate being in the spotlight. In fact I have an AP Psych class with some of the kids in my AP Lang class and during that class the next day I was doing some work when I heard them talking about how awesome this little seven sentence story was and they actually came up and told me that it was really amazing how I connected it all together.
I don't think it's my best writing, but I decided to put it on this website to see what you guys think because I got such positive feedback from my literature class. ^^
This is going to sound totally cheesy so be forewarned...but I guess it just came out. It just flowed out of me, because I don't know. I've felt this way for as long as I can remember and I guess I just threw it up on the page.
I spoke from the heart! (ahahahahaha, just kidding
)Writing © Me
Oh and one more thing, what category should this type of writing be filed under?
I don't know. I just put it under Emotional because I had no idea...
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Im glad to hear that you got such lovely feedback from your classmates. And I can understand why!
It's beautiful! You're a real poet! I like that you described the crowds as storms
It's beautiful! You're a real poet! I like that you described the crowds as storms