Girl in the Bubble (an Introvert in an Extroverted World)

It’s Friday night. Ladies step out for a night of social dancing at the club with their girlfriends, lads for a drink at the pub with their mates. What am I doing? I’m busy writing this post. Maybe later on I’ll indulge in a bit of Netflix and pamper myself with a D.I.Y facial or continue working on my novels into the wee hours of the night.

‘Perhaps I was born in the wrong century and would have found myself much more at ease in the confines of a modest Victorian home. But the feminist in me would not have tolerated it.’

I’ve always liked it this way, my thoughts and I. Perhaps I was born in the wrong century and would have found myself much more at ease in the confines of a modest Victorian home. But the feminist in me would not have tolerated it. Sometimes I wish I were different, I wish I enjoyed parties, drinking and social dancing. But it isn’t me. No, the real me, although loves company, usually in the form of family or a friend for coffee, much favours the outdoors, nature and to be perfectly honest – my own room. An adventurer and knowledge seeker at heart, I am far more introverted than you may have thought, although people who meet me will guess instantly. And it’s strange somehow, to be an introvert in an extroverted world, yet perfectly normal to me. It’s just the way it’s always been.

‘I live inside my own little bubble, a quiet world, a sometimes agitated and tensed world but in my own world nonetheless. That world is filled with heroes, villains, dragons, sword fights and all sorts of wondrous and sometimes terrifying things that live only in my imagination.’

Outside it’s noisy. The street is bustling with cars and traffic. Inside, I can shut out the world and be in my own head. Nothing exists except the stories I create. I live inside my own little bubble, a quiet world, a sometimes agitated and tensed world but in my own world nonetheless. That world is filled with heroes, villains, dragons, sword fights and all sorts of wondrous and sometimes terrifying things that live only in my imagination. It’s nice being a writer, it seems the perfect occupation for me. Yet I find myself torn between two worlds – one full of glamour, noise and sometimes hypocrisy and the other a world of peace and tranquillity. Just like the world I live in, it’s a peculiar combination, to long to be a part of two completely opposing worlds. Yet somehow they fit together perfectly. Both worlds require storytelling, both worlds require you to delve deep into the minds of different characters.

‘I’m an introvert and I’m proud of it. We’re not strange really, we just like living in our own heads.’

I sometimes envy extroverts, speaking to others comes so easily to them, for me it takes a lot more effort. But I like my world. I get to tell stories, to play different characters, to have time for myself and to share it with you. Hopefully one day, I’ll also get to inspire. I can’t complain. I’m an introvert and I’m proud of it. We’re not strange really, we just like living in our own heads.

Thank you for reading. I want you to embrace who you are – whether you’re an introvert or an extrovert – and be proud of it. Wear you with confidence! Just like an English question that has no wrong or right answer, there is no wrong way to be. 

Nina.

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