Awkwardly Introverted

There’s a whole world out there—full of noise, small talk, and social interactions I did not sign up for. Meanwhile, there’s my bed—soft, warm, and conveniently located far away from all that. Guess which one I’m choosing? If you said  "bed"  🛏️, congratulations, you get me. If you said  "outside" … I’m concerned for you, but I respect your choices. 😶💭 See, I like my adventures  fictional.  I’d rather spend my time curled up with a good book 📖, living vicariously through characters who go out and do exciting things—fall in love 💕, solve mysteries 🕵🏽‍♀️, slay dragons 🐉—while I stay cozy under a blanket, avoiding eye contact with the real world. My TBR pile is the only overwhelming social obligation I’m willing to face. 📚📚📚 And let’s talk about how exhausting  people  can be. Strangers expect pleasantries. Acquaintances expect small talk. Friends expect…  effort.  😩 Meanwhile, my books expect  nothing  from me except to be...

  I’m Just in Bed… Not About That Life 😂 So boom—I’m in bed. Warm, cozy, thriving in my introverted peace. I’m minding my business, probably scrolling through my phone, avoiding social interactions like a pro. And yet, here I am, staring at this hardcore “Thug Life” image like I’m out here in these streets, really built for this life. 💀😂 Let’s be real—I am  not  about that life. I don’t fight, I don’t argue, and if someone raises their voice at me, I’m already planning my quiet escape. Someone steps on my shoe? Fine, I’ll take the L and move on. Someone cuts me in line? I’ll be upset  internally , but I won’t say a word. Why risk unnecessary drama when I can just go home and chill? But that picture? That vibe? It spoke to me. It  looked  cool. 😎 And honestly, that’s all that matters. My Bitmoji is a Fraud That little "Thug Life" image? Lies. Deception. It makes it look like I’m out here running things when, in reality, I’m debating whether to get up for...

Kendrick Lamar said it best:   “Bitch, don’t kill my vibe.”   And honestly, introverts everywhere have been silently screaming this for years. Our vibe is sacred. ✨ It’s the peace of a quiet room 🛋️, the joy of losing ourselves in a book 📖, the comfort of vibing alone 🎶 without small talk or forced interactions. It’s that perfect  flow state  where we’re in our element—until someone comes in and disrupts it. Maybe it’s an unexpected phone call 📱 when we were just about to get lost in our thoughts. Maybe it’s someone pushing us into plans we weren’t mentally prepared for. 😩 Or maybe it’s just the world being too  loud  when all we need is a moment of silence. 🤎🤫 Social energy is precious. 🧘🏾‍♀️ When we say we need space, it’s not personal—it’s survival. Like Kendrick’s lyrics, sometimes we just want to vibe in peace, without external chaos throwing us off balance. So, to the extroverts, the energy-drainers, and the unintentional vibe-killers:  ...

It’s official: classes have moved online to Zoom because we’re expecting a whole two inches of snow. Yep, two inches. But hey, icy conditions, brutal winds, and freezing temperatures make it sound worse, right? 🌬️❄️ It’s currently 2 a.m., and I should be asleep, but I just wrapped up my homework. Why the late-night hustle? An eye exam earlier left me temporarily blinded by those dilation drops—seriously, it’s no joke. I couldn’t even read my assignments properly. But now that I’m caught up, I’m thankful tomorrow's classes are online. 👀💻 Honestly, I didn’t have the energy to go to campus anyway. Thursdays are my long-haul days, with a huge break between classes. Normally, I spend that downtime eating and doing homework before my dreaded night class: math. (I’ll let you guess how I feel about math. 🤔📉) At least this semester, I dodged early morning classes, so there’s that win. 🙌🏾 Tomorrow, writing starts at 11:30 a.m., a perfectly reasonable time for a semi-night owl like me....

  Hey there, fellow humans of the internet! 🌍👋🏾 So, let's talk about something near and dear to my heart: the  awkward, shy introvert  combo. Yep, that’s me—awkward, shy, and an introvert, all wrapped up into one wonderfully unique package. 🎁 And guess what? It's okay to be this way! In fact, it's pretty awesome, and I'm here to share why. 😊 1.  The Awkwardness  😬 Okay, let's get this out of the way—I’m awkward, like  seriously  awkward. 😅 It’s that thing where I’ll overthink every word that comes out of my mouth or second-guess the way I’m standing in a room. I’ll say something that I think is clever, then immediately start regretting it (I promise you, no one else notices, though). 🤦🏾‍♀️ But here's the thing:  awkwardness is part of the charm . 💖 It shows that you’re human, that you don’t take yourself too seriously. If anything, it makes you more relatable and authentic. 😌 And let’s be real—who doesn’t love a good awkward moment? 😂 ...

  There’s something uniquely comforting about those quiet Saturday mornings that feel more like Sundays—slow, mellow, and perfect for recharging. Today, I woke up to the sound of silence, and instead of rushing around, I opted for a peaceful start. A hot cup of coffee ☕ with cream, sugar, and a generous swirl of whipped cream 🍦 became my morning ritual. It’s the kind of indulgence that sets the tone for a day where everything moves at its own pace. Breakfast was a simple yet satisfying affair—bacon 🥓, eggs 🍳, sausage 🌭, and grits—comfort food at its finest. Paired with coffee, it felt like the world could slow down just a bit longer. The cold air outside ❄️ made it even more tempting to stay inside, so I turned on the heat 🔥, lit up my imaginary fireplace on YouTube 🖥️, and let the crackling sound fill the room. There’s something so calming about those crackles, even if they’re coming from a screen instead of an actual fire. The warmth, the quiet, and the soft glow of the fir...

This year, Thanksgiving felt quiet and relaxed—just the way I like it. The day started with me tucked away in my little world, reading 📖 as rain poured outside 🌧️ and the cold settled in ❄️. My mom cooked, so we ate early, which I was thankful for because no one else we knew was ready. Instead of hopping from house to house, my cousin came over, and we all shared a meal 🍽️, watched TV 📺, and laughed together 😂. It was simple, and honestly, that was enough. Holidays have never been my thing. I’ve always felt you shouldn’t need a specific day to bring people together 🤷🏾‍♀️. That’s why the highlight of my Thanksgiving wasn’t the food or the company (though both were great)—it was the quiet moments I carved out for myself afterward. Later that night, I decided to unwind and recharge. My belly was full 🍗, the rain had stopped, but the cold still lingered. I fired up Sims 3 🎮, hoping for some nostalgic fun, but it had other plans. The game lagged so badly, saving was a painfully slo...

So, here’s the deal. I had a plan today. It was a simple one: go to class at 10 AM, head to my doctor’s appointment at 2 PM, and maybe squeeze in a nap somewhere. Sounds straightforward, right? Well, welcome to my life. The chaos began on the minibus, a ride everyone uses but is often driven by Hispanics in my area. Let me tell you—this bus was a whole experience. Someone decided to bless us with the worst-smelling fart imaginable 💨🤢. No escape, nowhere to turn, and I just had to sit there pretending it wasn’t happening while silently dying inside 😭. Oh, and the driver? Slow as molasses. I could’ve walked faster 🚶🏾‍♀️💨. Then came the infamous 704 bus app fiasco 📲. It told me the bus was coming in TWO minutes, which was a straight-up lie. I waited twenty minutes before realizing I had been bamboozled 🕒🙄. At this point, I had no choice but to fork over $11 for a Lyft 🚗💸. Sure, it was a lot cheaper than the $30 rides I’ve taken before, but still—a hit to my wallet. Finally, I m...