The downside of being genuinely happy, and bubbly at some extent, is that you can’t afford to appear as genuinely lonely. I’m getting uncomfy just by thinking to be lonely, then got bored, then uplift myself again.
It’s not hypocricy. I’m not trying to be pretentious about it. Surely, we’ve got bad days, seen better days, a bit bland sometimes. At the end of the day, no one wants to talk how complicated life is. I can’t even figure out where to start. I saw in facebook newsfeed once, an introvert said “Please don’t push to understand me, I can’t even understand myself.” Very well said, i guess.
I may hang on this state for a while, I’ve got company. I can feel I’m not alone on this space. We are many, but we can’t reach to each other – beats the purpose. We respect each other’s privacy, that’s what introverts do. And we’re fine with it.
To the batcave, little fella. We have lot of noise to deal with when the sun rise up tomorrow. For now, enjoy this solitude.