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...

So, as an introvert, the world honestly feels like it’s constantly on fast-forward, with way too much noise and way too many people trying to talk to me all at once. Like, can we just slow down for a second? 🤯 This quote—"Introverts just need their world quieter and less crowded"—hit me right in the feels because, yeah, same. It perfectly sums up what it means to recharge and function like a normal human without feeling like my social battery is permanently dead. 🔋💤 Being an introvert isn’t about hating people (seriously, I don’t hate people... most of the time 🙃). It’s more about trying to find some sort of balance so I don’t completely short-circuit. Crowds and chaos? Not my thing. At all. They’re energy vampires 🧛🏾‍♀️, and before I know it, I’m desperate for some alone time to just think and exist without anyone trying to interact with me. Quiet spaces are like magic ✨—they let me breathe, focus, and maybe even find a little creativity without all the noise of the ou...