• Musings

    How does it feel like to be an introvert/ ambivert?

    34aa3187e74523d7f47a95a8446b04341 How does it feel like to be an introvert/ ambivert?

    well, if you ask me – it doesn’t feel very bad. but here are few things that i’d like to share.

    • no one is a 100% introvert. it’s usually like a 50-50 ratio, in some, introvert ratio is slightly higher, like around 60-70%.
    • i usually speak on topics that interests me.
    • i am not rude, i just need my own private space. i need time to think and be back.
    • i may not be a very good talker, but i am a good listener. i may not be the life of the party, but if you need someone to share something important –i am there!
    • people usually trust me more for not revealing their secret ( which is true with most introverts)
    • i like the fact that i am very self motivated. i don’t need constant flow of people around me to feel good.
    • i feel lonely when i am surrounded by people who don’t understand me.
    • i don’t get impressed by social, political or career status of anybody.
    • i like interacting with people – it makes me feel happy and i feel confident about myself. but too much of it is really exhausting for me.
    • i love day dreaming
    • i like listening to music, drawing, arts in general.
    • i like to sit quietly and watch a movie or research something that interests me.
    • it sometimes worries me that i find it difficult to fit in with everyone else and just mingle.
    • i feel judged. a lot.
    • i have a strong desire for social bonds. very less though. basically people who can understand me.
    • sometimes i feel tired in the crowd. however, doing an artwork by myself – refreshes me.


  • Musings

    Practical advice for difficult women

    456930b52fdb8ef3add3a127fdad63e3 Practical advice for difficult women

    there will come a time when you want to cut off all your hair. do it. realise that the thing you want rid of doesn’t lie in the long curls that frame your face so perfectly. live with short hair for a while. it’ll grow.

    you won’t always want to talk to people. that’s okay. when it’s late and you hear your friends talking in the next room, you don’t have to join them. you’re allowed your solitude. it makes company sweeter and it teaches you how to survive alone. you will need that skill.

    in the winter, you’ll believe that nothing will ever grow again. you’re wrong. every year, london looks like it’s on its last legs, wheezing through those last cold days in March. every year, spring comes like an explosion and the city shakes off its sleep.

    mundane problems will get the better of you sometimes. don’t worry. try as you might, life cannot be an endless, beautiful, intense moment. find comfort in money worries and late trains; they’re a welcome rest in between heartbreaks and breakdowns.

    people will call you a cynic, a wry smile on their faces. pay them no mind. you alone know that you are capable of a love greater than anything they can comprehend. you alone know that you are not willing to sell your identity and respect to the first smirking halfwit to pass by. it is not cynicism. it is reverence for your own vast and fathomless heart, and it makes sense only to love someone who understands that and is awed by it.

    you will not always get what you want when you want it. accept it. your goals are not set in stone and you are not on a fixed trajectory. sometimes, life will take its time and you will have to play the long, interminable game. play it well and with as much grace as you can muster. live at your own pace.

    at night, you will occasionally wake up afraid, wanting to die. don’t give in. night plays its tricks, but you are not so easily fooled. your mind will play its tricks, too. it will make you believe that you’re not who you are, but you must not give in. you take a breath and you tell yourself that you are here. that you always were.

    via – http://thatkindofwoman.tumblr.com/


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