As I got older, I tried hard to be an extrovert so I could look cool on Friday nights. Once I went off to the University, I noticed all of the "Cool Kids" looked like they had somewhere to go. Me on the other hand, my friends would stay up until 7:00 am the next day playing Mario Party, while snacking on sushi and chips.
Later on, I began to feel like I was wasting my college experience and needed to do something different. In doing so, I was unwillingly forced into my first “College Party” senior year. In my mind, something different meant: bowling. That was the worst night of my life. I also felt very uncomfortable, so much so, the “Friend” I was with displayed signs of irritation. I later learned who my real friends were.
For a short period of time, I struggled with accepting myself as an introvert but now I appreciate myself. I enjoy spending Friday nights watching space exploration videos, reading or writing a good book, and researching. As of 2015, Introverts, please love and celebrate yourself.
Song of Myself (1892 version)
BY WALT WHITMAN
I
celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And
what I assume you shall assume,
For
every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I
loafe and invite my soul,
I
lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My
tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air,
Born
here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same,
I,
now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping
to cease not till death.
Creeds
and schools in abeyance,
Retiring
back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten,
I
harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,
Nature
without check with original energy.
To
read the entire 1892 version, visit: www.poetryfoundation.org.
Comments
Post a Comment