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I’m Not A People Person
Or maybe, I’m just an introvert and crave my alone time
“My imagination functions much better when I don’t have to speak to people.”
— Patricia Highsmith
I was never much of a social person. I typically had my one best friend, and that’s all I felt I needed: it’s definitely all I wanted. People stressed me out and sometimes annoyed me and really, I didn’t understand most of them. Some were too loud, overwhelming my already sensitive ears. Some wouldn’t shut up, as if they had the most delightful monologues to share — they didn’t! They typically just spewed negativity, not even aiming it particularly at anyone but the empty air that swept it into the universe, creating a more negative atmosphere in which we all live. Some were focused on which party to attend or which “girl to nail” at said party, both of which were not of my interest (obviously). Some were worried about what outfit might pair well with the new shoes they bought — who fucking cares? was the typical response I thought but never audibly expressed, lest I be further shoved into the category of “weird” and “dark” and “unusual.” Suffice it to say, I assumed that my disdain toward most people meant I wasn’t what’s properly known as a “people person.”
people person: someone who is good at dealing with other people
