When I can’t remember someone’s name, I start calling them by the name that I think they look like.
‘I think her name is Cassandra? She looks like a Cassandra. Or a Cat? One of those two.’ (Turns out her name is Ashley)
Thankfully, I don’t actually call them by the name I think they look like. I did it to one person before though. I felt super duper guilty about it after I found out that I called her by her not-real-name-but-should-be-real-name-because-she-looks-like-it. I make sure to say, “Hey (real name)!!” really enthusiastically and clearly every time I see her to compensate..
"Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but “steal” some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be."
Albert Camus (via hellanne)
Vague Protest. (by The Vision Beautiful)
“Down with this sort of thing”
Introverts and Extroverts
I think introverts have come out of their shells in recent years (think Tumblr text/image posts about introversion & think Susan Cain’s Quiet) and have become unashamed of their being introverted, unafraid to tell their extroverted friends that ‘hey yo, i’d rather stay in tonight because that’s what i want to do, okay?’ But I also think that along with this acknowledgment came a sense of pride for some of these introverts to the point where they are overstating how introverted they are. Like, dudes, we get it. You like being alone, that’s cool.
Anyway, I say that as a preface because I want to discuss something new I discovered about my introverted personality yesterday. If I come across as sounding superior for being an introvert, I don’t mean to— it’s honestly just a new realization that I had that I found kindasorta interesting.
I’ve come to realize that I can’t handle being around some fairly strong extroverts for too long of a period. It doesn’t tire me out so much as it just irks me at times. I don’t understand how one can talk about themselves or something in their lives for so long. I also don’t understand how one has to exclaim everything they’re doing or everything that’s happening to them (think people who make a big scene if they get a paper cut). But let me note here that just because I don’t understand and just because it irks me at times does not mean that I dislike extroverts! The thought simply occurred to me because I had a weird quarrel with a friend yesterday during which I got quite angry. I don’t think there was anything infuriating in what she had to say, but I think it was more the way that the topic was approached in a “I this, I that” manner without a moment given for me to think about the topic on my own.
So, yeah, I deduced that I guess I am a sensitive person, but the way I show my frazzled emotions is through a brash/angry response as opposed to a quiet/sad response. That’s probably a problem.
My writing posts always go off on a ramble, and I never have a conclusion because I suck at conclusions. Thoughts that I’ve gathered from writing this though:
- I get annoyed with everyone apparently. Introverts, stop telling everyone you’re introverted. Extroverts, stop saying everything out loud all the time. (*said in a joking manner*)
- I should learn to control my sensitivity.
- Man, weird interactions after fights with friends are the worst.things.everrrrrr