I have been writing for as long as I remember. I wrote my first short story when I was not yet 8. Since then I have written journals, articles, poems, plays, speeches, lessons...at times I have traded being with friends for writing in my diary without any regrets whatsoever. I am definitely a glass half-full person, I am energized by writing. My mind has a world of its own and I like exploring it through writing. I feel that when I write I learn more. It's exhilarating. Its not easy explaining to people that I am not shy or anti-social. I am enthusiastic about talking as long it is not incredibly cumbersome idle chatter. I can't make a lot of small talk. After 5 minutes into the conversation it become too insincere and unauthentic. I am a penchant for philosophical/religious/political discussions and love-thought provoking documentaries and interviews. I am an "out-going" person. I need to be "outside" to recharge my batteries. If I am at home or in a work environment for too long I will get bored and antsy.
Seems pretty normal so far? Quiet girl = lost in her thoughts!
There is an ugly side to being quiet.
Quiet people often get so wrapped up in their own world - their personal aspirations, needs, successes and tragedies that we forget the existence of others. I am a horrible person. Dear Mom, I feel like I must have ignored and overlooked you. I am sorry if I ever behaved insensitively. I am sorry if I didn't listen or did not help and sympathize. I am sorry I was not conscious of your interests. I am sorry I should have been equally absorbed in you as much as I was in myself. I am sorry I did not understand your problems. I am sorry I lacked compassion. I am disappointed, angry and ashamed of myself.
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