“We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we are not going crazy and someone else out there knows exactly how we’re feeling. We want someone to explain the things we can’t…”
I’m an introvert. I can work well even when I’m alone. I enjoy being alone just doing things that I need to do. I used to always have music playing in the background while working or doing household chores. But lately I prefer just listening to mother nature — birds chirping and “knocking” on my window, the gentle breeze as it touches the leaves on the tree nearby. Natural sounds are so calming.
Usually when we think of introverts, we describe them as guarded, secretive and have that wall around them. I’m a bit of all those I mentioned but I always have this longing to share my thoughts, feelings and my stories. I don’t really understand why because I also feel like I’m a boring person and that nothing interesting is happening in my life. I’m okay with routine, I do the same things everyday. That’s why whenever someone would ask me, “How are you?” I feel a bit awkward because I don’t know what else to say aside from, “I’m okay, doing good” I prefer that someone would ask me specific questions.
Maybe that’s the reason why I’m here. I write to share my thoughts so that others would not feel the need to ask me how’s my day or how I’m doing. Or to share some stories of my life because I feel others wouldn’t even want to get to know me deeper. Yes, maybe that’s it. I want to feel seen and heard. I want to feel accepted. Or maybe I just want the thought that someone is listening to me, that I matter in this world, that there’s a place where I truly belong.