A YEAR. AND THEN WHAT?

 

“I know my heart will never be the same. But I’m telling myself I’ll be okay” ― Sara Evans

 

 

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IT ALL STARTED WITH A ” YOU’RE-A-STRANGER-BUT-I’M-BORED-SO-LET’S-TALK ” TEXT.

A “Hi” would’ve been rejected like any other day. But this wasn’t any ordinary text. It was such that, the conversation started and never ended. Usually a person says “Bye”. This is what must be said to a stranger. But here, no one said bye. They talked. They left the conversation half way. They continued from where they had left, the next time they talked.(Remember! The conversation only paused and never ended.) No one felt bad. No one was angry. No one fought. After a month or two, they exchanged numbers. They started to know each other well. They started to like each other. There was stalking one another’s profile. They never asked or talked about each other’s past. It was enough to know that they were both single. The first time she heard his voice, was when she fell in love with him. Yes. His voice was attractive to her. One day she couldn’t resist to tell him about her feelings. She didn’t think of the circumstances. She wasn’t afraid to lose anything because there was nothing to lose. No long term friendship. Nothing. So, without a second thought. She said;

“I want to tell you something.”

“Okay.”

“I don’t know if I should. But I will, anyway. I’m just nervous.”

“Just say it already.”

“I love you.”

*Silence*

“Nothing changes if you say you don’t. It won’t be awkw…”

“I love you too.”

There was a rush of emotions. For her, it was blatantly more.

 

THE FIRST MEET AND THE FIRST KISS.

It’s the start of their six months old togetherness. He tells her that they will be meeting soon. She’s insane about it already. She wants to look good for him. She starts to plan what she would be wearing on the day they meet and where they would be meeting and everything.

He calls her the following day and says, “Where are you? I want to meet you.”

With nothing as planned, she dresses up simple. And with the thoughts about her rejection, she goes to meet him. It’s their first meet. Right? But it doesn’t feel like one. It feels so familiar. Like they’ve met before. Like they’ve known each other for years. The date was rather romantic. It wasn’t somewhere fancy but a park instead. They walked. They talked. He stared at her while she blushed. She stared at him when he looked away. And after much talking, they sat on a park bench. This is where their first kiss happened. On a park bench. The thoughts about her rejection was there no more. All that was there, was love.

For the limited days they had, to spend with each other; they started to go on morning walks and meet every time they could. Those were the happiest and beautiful thirty days for her. She couldn’t have asked for more. Although she wished for him to stay, the distance never bothered much. That was the best part of their relationship. They were happy with what they had. They were willing to stay like this forever. Together.

 

THE TIME IT TURNED INTO SOMETHING SERIOUS.

It’s their nine months together. She’s excited. Why? Because tomorrow is the day she will see him. He’s coming home for less than a month this time. But it’s fine. They still love each other. Nothing’s changed.

After much talking and planning, he decides to take her out. Not for a walk. But on a date. They go on a date, to their favourite place to eat.

There were days when they celebrated their love. Made love. It was like never before. It was good. It was romantic. It was serious. It was passionate.

They were happier. And she, was the happiest.

 

THE FIRST FIGHT AFTER A YEAR.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“With the long distance and everything, we’ll be completing a year together in like, an hour. Did you expect us to make it this far?”

“Maybe. But this is exactly what I ever wanted. To fall in love with someone like you. It’s hard for me to believe that you are for real until the next time I get to touch you. To hold you. To look at you.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

They wish each other, anniversary over the phone. * Long distance.* (Sigh!)

After some days, they meet again. He’s here for more than just thirty days.

What’s adorable, is the way she feels for him. Just as day one. With each day, her love for him grows. Only more. No less. But as happy as she was to be able to see him everyday, was not how it turned out to be this time. They met, but not like they used to. He wouldn’t meet her for the reasons he gave her. Some genuine, some not. She was fine until one day, she saw a picture of him with his girl-best friend when he said he was busy with some work. The picture never bothered. Just because she didn’t click much, doesn’t mean others wouldn’t. But the lying did. This was the first time that he lied to her. Her instincts said there was something more. She started to notice things. Doubt. For the first time. She even asked him about some things. This was when their first fight happened. But that didn’t change anything for her. She still loved him and decided to not let that create differences between them. He promised her that too.  Before he had to leave, he held her. Told her how sorry he was for everything that happened. He told her to not worry, as there was nothing he had to hide from her. She trusted him. That trust made things good again.

 

SEPARATED.

It hurts to read the word separated. Isn’t it?

Their story took a new turn after the last time he left.

He got caught. He tried to refuse. He tried to explain. But nothing worked. Her instincts. Her doubts. They all seemed to be true. The girl-best friend was actually his girlfriend. When she thought about the first time he lied, wasn’t his first time. He had been lying to her since the beginning. Since a year. He cheated on her. In that moment, three lives were ruined. What could’ve been simple and beautiful, was effectively ruined.

She couldn’t stop crying. She couldn’t stop questioning him. She couldn’t do anything about it. She was never hurt like this before. There was a chain of sleepless nights. She despised him in that very moment. She didn’t want to leave. She thought it through. Eventually, she left.

It’s not the same anymore.

A year old conversation finally ended.

 

 

 

To Be Continued…

 

 

 

PHEW! TIME SAVED.

 

 

 

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Did you ever have that one friend who believes in “Abbreviating words while texting, saves time.” ? Of course you had. Or have. Or maybe you are one of them. NEVERMIND! These people just annoy me. Seriously. But you know? I used to be like one. Once, I was judging someone over text with a friend, after which he sent me some screenshots. I told him that, that was exactly what I was talking about. He then said, “Guess who it is?”.  And the next text from him read, “It’s you, silly. Three years back.” I couldn’t believe him. He had to literally prove it to me that it was me. And you know what? IT WAS ME. Ughhh! There was a moment of laughter for both of us. It definetly was. I tapped the same laughing emoji as I put my giant teeth to display (with no one around. Phew!) more than twice. Which I believe, he did too. So yes, we were laughing. We both happened to text that way back then. Fortunately, we’ve changed for good. Oh! The screenshots. Yes. So, after I read it all. I wondered, “How did people even bother to text me?” Not how. Actually, WHY??? And from that moment on, I have a special place in my heart for everyone who did. Respect. To be precise.

 

So,

 

YOU SAY ‘K.’ HUH?

I’m excited for my birthday. I decided to invite my friends. I happen to know you but we don’t talk much. But my best friend has a crush on you. So, I have to invite you too (for my best friend’s sake). I spend full ten minutes to text you a not-so-awkward invitation and after an hour, all you text is, ‘K.’? Oh C’mon! There are 1,025,109.8 words in the English language (Google it.!). And you choose to use a letter instead. You’ve ruined my “Happy” birthday mood and now I hate you.

 

“GUD NYT. SWT DRMS.” REALLY?

What did you do with those micro seconds you saved just before hitting the bed? Slept more, I believe. God! You’re selfish. Do you have any idea how we lose those precious seconds of our life by cracking your code? Which is why, no more cracking the code. I’ve learnt to not spare a second on those who text me like that. I just text back Gn, instead. Seems like I saved more time than you. HAHA! Sly. Huh?

 

“HOW R UH?” I’M NOT FINE.

You know? I was perfectly fine until you said ‘uh’. It’s either “you” or “u”. What’s “uh”? If you look at the keyboard, the three letters, ‘Y’ ‘O’ ‘U’ are really close to each other. Why not just try typing ‘YOU’ for once? It does not take much time and feels good to read. And honey, for future, If you’re in a good romantic mood and you text your partner “I luv uh”. It’s really going to be a mood killer. I have no experience with this. But I can feel how bad this could be. Really.

 

“TNX 4 THE D8 2NYT. I ENJYED A LOT.” UMM… OKAY?.

It was our first date. She looked gorgeous. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Just after I reached home, I kicked my shoes off and laid on the bed. I texted her, “You looked lovely tonight. I would love to go out with you again.”. To which she replied, “Aww! Thnk u. Nd tnx 4 da d8 2nyt. I enjyed a lot.” Should I leave her? I have never been good with numbers. I don’t know what to reply now. I can’t seem to crack this code. 😥

 

I dnt think any1 wud b interested 2 read my blogs if I wrote lyk dis. Would you?

In the end, “Try to text right, people. You could get yourself into trouble.”  😉

 

 

MEET AND GREET @ DREAM BIG: 6/4/16

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It’s the Meet and Greet weekend at Dream Big!!

 

Ok so here are the rules:

 

  1. Leave a link to your page or post in the comments of this post.
  2. Reblog this post.  It helps you, it helps me, it helps everyone!
  3. Edit your reblog post and add tags.
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  5. Share this post on social media.  Many of my non-blogger friends love that I put the Meet n Greet on Facebook and Twitter because they find new blogs to follow.

     

Now that all the rules have been clearly explained get out there and Meet n Greet your tails off!

See ya on Monday!!

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Meet and Greet @ Dream Big: 6/4/16

THE LIEBSTER AWARD.

 

 

Oh My God!! This is huge.

 

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Today, a notification popped up that said, Fernanda Guevara commented on a post, “Hello 😄  I’ve nominated you for the Liebster Award!”. I didn’t know what that meant. I clicked on the link she mentioned and read through her post and found that it was an award (on the internet) for promoting fellow bloggers and giving their work, exposure. I thank her for nominating me. 🙂

 

Fernanda Guevara btw, is a sweet and supportive blogger who goes by the name @Simply.Fernanda on wordpress . Go check out her blogs if you haven’t yet.

 

When I started blogging, I thought I was doing it because I like writing occasionally and basically because I have nothing much to do to keep myself busy these days. I was anxious at first, but then I plucked up courage anyhow and published my first blog ever. Then second. Then third. It’s been half a month since my first blog and now I’m here, nominated for “The Liebster Award”. A voice in my head says, “It’s just a nomination, silly.”. To which I say, TRUE. I know that. Right? It’s kind of a big deal for me. And I’m just excited.

So, basically:

 

 

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11 FACTS ABOUT MYSELF:

 

  1. I’m nineteen years old.
  2. My birthday falls on 21st April.
  3. Youngest in the family.
  4. I love music. I would choose singing as a career if I were really good at it.(sigh!)
  5. I learnt kathak for more than a year and have performed at Kamani auditorium too. I appear shy but believe me, I have. My best friend says that puberty hit me like 0.1% (To which, I agree and it certainly isn’t a compliment.) I still look the same (Why??? 😥 ). The following picture is of me, six years back. God! I look so dramatic.

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6. Favourite food- Pizza and Garlic Bread.

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7. Former Eminem fan. Currently in love with Ed Sheeran.

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8. My favourite T.V. shows- Prison Break and F.R.I.E.N.D.S.  Wentworth Miller has been my favourite actor ever since I’ve watched Prison Break. He’s nailing it on screen.

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9. I have some ironic interests in my “To Do List”. Like, Scuba diving (but I’m aquaphobic) and Skydiving (but I’m acrophobic). :p

10. I like writing but I don’t read a lot.

11. I still watch cartoons. Spongebob Squarepants is my favourite. 😀

 

 

ANSWERING THE 11 QUESTIONS FROM BEING NOMINATED: 

 

1: What is your favourite childhood memory?

Answer:   As a kid, while playing in the evening, when my sister (who is a year younger than me) used to come outside to play with me, and some friends. I would send her back in and tell her to come out to play only after she drank a glass of milk. I was evil and unreasonable. And she was so adorable to even do that. Karma always pays you back, you know. Now she reminds me of those times and teases me for how doing that to her is one of the reasons why she is taller than I am. :p

I can never relive doing that to her again. We’re both teens now. 😀

2: What inspires you to write?

Answer:   What’s been happening around, some really good writings that make me wonder, “Why can’t I write like them?”, the number of views on my blog and people showing interest to read more of my writing (Yes, seriously.) inspires me to write.

3: (From other bloggers) what has been your favorite or most memorable piece of writing?

Answer:   Out of the blogs I’ve read from other bloggers, Former fat kid was my favourite by Simply.Fernanda 😉

4: What is your favourite quote and why?

Answer:   My favourite quote would be from the movie; The Pursuit Of Happiness.

“Don’t ever let somebody tell you, you can’t do something. Not even me. All right? You got a dream. You gotta protect it. People can’t do something themselves, they want to tell you, you can’t do it. If you want something, go get it. Period.”

The reason would be because it’s really powerful and meaningful. It motivates me to do what I feel.

5: What movie/cartoon/show character do you identify the most with?

Answer:   This one’s interesting. 😀

The character that I identify the most with, has to be Joey from the show F.R.I.E.N.D.S.  Mainly because he’s a foodie and doesn’t share food. Haha! I think we all can relate to him.

6: If you had only 12 hours to do anything that you please and have always wanted, after those 12 hrs you will never be able to do that/those things ever again, what would it/they be?

Answer:   If I have only 12 hours to do anything that I’ve always wanted to, that would be to be able to sing and be known for my singing (Even if it is for 12 hours). I hate it when I listen to people, especially my age and otherwise, sing so well and actually take it somewhere. I’ve always wanted a career in music.

7: Do you believe in supernatural things? Why or why not?

Answer:   No, I don’t believe in supernatural things. Maybe because I’ve never experienced them. :p But I do enjoy listening to spooky stories and visiting places where people believe it exists. You know, haunted  places.

8: What motivates/inspires you to do what you do in life?

Answer:   I always want to improve myself in whatever I’m good at (No, I do not mean studies.). Priyanka Chopra and Selena Gomez have always been the one I’ve looked up to. I’m not into acting or singing. Just their hard work and dedication towards what they do, inspires me.

9: What is one superpower you would like to have and how would you use this power?

Answer:   I don’t leave a good impression on the first meet. I’m socially awkward. So, I would want to have a superpower that allows me to erase the memory of the awkward first meets with a person. :p  

10: What is a bizarre talent of yours?

Answer:   I can’t remember what I studied last night, but I can totally recall the lyrics of a song I’ve just heard . LOL. No, seriously, I play keyboard and paint sometimes too. I might be good at it. 😀

11: Which song do you feel the most connected to or feel that it describes you?

Answer:   Currently it would be, Fight Song by Rachel Platten.

 

 

11 QUESTIONS THAT I’VE PREPARED FOR MY NOMINEES:

 

  1. Which book or movie title describes your life currently?
  2. What is it that scares the bejesus out of you (in one sentence)?
  3. Do you read a lot? What is your favourite novel or a piece of writing?
  4. Do you miss school? What is your favourite school memory?
  5. Are you satisfied with what you do and have in life or do you want something more? What is it that is still missing in your life?
  6. Who is your role model? Why?
  7. Are you an insomniac? When was the last time you slept before 10 p.m.?
  8. Which is your favourite genre in music?
  9. Would you go to a club with your friends or sit back home and enjoy a whole pizza while watching a movie or a T.V. series alone?
  10. Your biggest pet peeve is?
  11. “The world is about to end. You have 24 hours.” What do you do?

 

 

THE 11 BLOGGERS I WOULD LIKE TO NOMINATE ARE:

 

Just Barath

Incredible Thoughts And Ideas

Audrey Yuuta

Hindu Reddy

Whirly Squirrel

The Working Struggle

That Wreath Lady

Freiheit

The Prattler’s Blog

A // W // F

Illuminated Literation

P.S.- This was written on the day of being nominated and published later.

 

 

 

 

 

HE IS FICTITIOUS. BUT HE IS MINE.

 

 

“We’re all a little weird, and life’s a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.” – Dr. Seuss

 

 

 

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It’s 2 in the morning and as I stare into oblivion; I start to think about how I started blogging by publishing two blogs in two days and that was it. No. That wasn’t it. I have so much to write about. And since I am sharing my thoughts, I decided to write about my fictitious boyfriend. Someone I’m in love with, for… well, a long time now. He is “The one”, you know. You probably know him. Everyone, single or committed, must have feelings for someone known, or fictitious in their heart. They may as well, have dreams where they spend time together, talk for hours or just lie down in silence under the open sky, travel together, watch the sunset together, eat together, cook together, cuddle, grow old together, et cetera et cetera.  And for those who are all about “I love myself. I am fun. I don’t need anyone.” You don’t want to read this till the end. Believe me.

 

There are times when we feel vulnerable. No matter how strong we try to appear, we do. There’s no denying this. This happens when we’re in love. Yes. Love makes us vulnerable. Although, falling in love isn’t bad for everyone. For some, real lucky ones, it’s a beautiful feeling that has a beautiful end. While for some, it’s beautiful in the beginning but it hurts eventually and makes the person miserable. For them, love hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul hurt, a body hurt.

 

Sometimes, talking to a best friend isn’t enough. Sometimes, all you want is to be with that one person. Their presence means the world to you. Sometimes, you want them to feel the way you do about them. Sometimes, you want to talk to them about your feelings. Tell them how crazy you are for them and all the crazy stories. Like, how you stalked them, noticed their every move, their  likes and dislikes. How seeing them with someone didn’t hurt you that bad but if they were hurt; you’d have a virtual fight with those who hurt them. Or, how you kept a diary of your dreamy journey with them. Sometimes, when you feel low and nobody understands you, you just want to hug them and talk; knowing that they wouldn’t get you either. Sometimes, you just want to leave everything and skip to the part where you marry them, wake up next to them, live happily with them and the dogs (Okay, this is what I want. :p ), go on vacation with them, forget that mobile phones exist. No, not that. You want to flaunt on social media how happening your life is with them. So, let’s not forget the mobile phones. Let them exist in the pocket inside the pocket of your bag and just live the moment.

 

I may be too young to define love, but I think we all know a little something about love. With the romantic movies we watch, the songs we listen to and the posts we read on instagram, where they don’t mention the name, still a name pops in our head while we read it. That is what it feels like when you’re in love. Plus, I listen to Ed Sheeran. He’s the reason why I love “love”. I mean, we all know that he can write the hell out of a song. And if you don’t know who he is by now, you probably live under a rock. I know, I get a little carried away when it comes to Ed Sheeran and music. But just listen to “Thinking out loud” if you haven’t and you’ll know.

 

Love isn’t him calming you down when you yell. It’s him yelling, just as loud, just as hard, right back at you, right in your face to keep you grounded. It’s him hugging you, understanding you and forgiving you after how unreasonable you were being because of the mood swings. It isn’t him bringing you roses everyday and gifts that make your relationship appear more presentable. It’s after a long fight, that drains the life and bones out of both of you, and yet him showing up at your door the next morning anyway. It’s him sleeping next to you and holding you from behind and you, not turning around just holding his hand because you’re sorry too. It isn’t him knowing exactly how to handle you. It’s him worrying about the what ifs because he was busy with work to even say “I love you.”; when he couldn’t stop thinking about you. It’s not him caressing your hair and telling you everything is going to be alright. It’s him standing there, admitting he’s just as scared as you are. It’s also her, refusing to be self-focused or demanding, but instead looking for ways to support and encourage, even when he is busy or tired. It’s when she wears his sweatshirt to bed. It’s when she wants to play his favourite video game. It’s when she makes him watch chick flicks. It’s both wanting the same things. It’s making each other laugh. It’s both staying at home; watching a movie instead of going to clubs. It’s both going on walks together. It’s both celebrating their love for each other by not knowing how to dance yet holding one another and dancing to a romantic music. It’s both staying faithful to their commitment to treat another with appreciation, respect, and grace, even in moments when the other person seems unwilling to reciprocate. This, what I believe, is love. 🙂

 

Yes, all of this is something I have in mind, that I want to be true. I want all of what I said with someone, someday. I want him to love me and understand me, as much as I do. God! I sound so vulnerable. But, the way he makes me feel just by the thought of him, feels good to me. And I want to fall hopelessly in love with him wherever, whenever. FOREVER.

 

 

 

 

INSTAGRAM. BEFORE AND AFTER BED.

 

 

“Everybody has an addiction. Mine happens to be you.”

 

 

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Hi. If you are here, reading this blog; I assume you were instagramming before. See? The smile on your face right now, says it all. Some of you who follow me and otherwise, probably hate me because I didn’t follow you back once, I didn’t like your post back, I didn’t thank you for your comment, or because of some old grudge. You decided to not like my post about the blog, but still came here to read it. Thank You. I’m grateful, btw. 🙂

 

Instagram is an addiction. More than Facebook, Twitter and WhatsApp must be. It’s free. It’s easy. It’s tempting. It’s not even a part of life. It is life. Pardon me, but I’m idle. So, Instagram is all I have these days. It seems to have dark powers. I mean, I don’t post pictures habitually. Still I spend a lot of time scrolling for no reason, every day. Before and after bed. It is the first thing I want to look at, in the morning and the last thing, at night. How many times do you scroll through your instagram feed each hour, to know what everyone is digitally up to? How many times do you refresh the app, hoping to see more hearts on the shot you just uploaded? Do you not stalk your crush to a level where you end up on someone else’s profile, hating everybody they ever took a picture with? Is a photo surpassing 11 likes, not a success to you? If yes, you might be addicted. While you’re addicted to this app, you might be suffering from FOMO. Yes. The Fear Of Missing Out. You don’t want to miss what your favourite fashion blogger just posted. Or your crush. Or a celebrity. Or the page that keeps you busy, for that matter. If the obsession is that much, you would always want to be the first to like and comment.

 

Instagram is all about displaying the best parts of you to the world and keeping the worst parts to yourself. Because, as attractive as I am while I watch Prison Break and eat random food I find in the kitchen, I feel like I should spare the world of that Madhavi. So I, like most people, post the things that are going to reflect the best of me. Also my face. Because, SELFIES. My profile is full of it. And, Oh! look. I’m having donuts. I’m at the Domino’s. I just did my makeup. I just washed my hair, so I should better take a shot before the natural curls go away. You know, the important parts of my life.

 

If someone asks me about what I do on Instagram, scrolling all day. Well, I get to flaunt the blatant Insta-fact here that they don’t know. Like, you know, how pizza is the most photographed food. Which according to a new Italian study appears to be true.

I live in my fantasy world all day long, wishing all of it to be true.

As I go through the posts, I always wish the outfits, shoes, accessories, cosmetics, to magically appear in my closet. Oh! and the food too. In my fridge, obviously.

I also wish to travel the places I see on instagram under hashtags photography and sunset.

 

So, yeah! This is what I do. I scroll and smile; as I think of the things I know will never happen.

 

Instagram is fun.!! Happy Instagramming. 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

5 WAYS THAT TELL YOU, “YOU’RE NOT BORING, YOU’RE JUST AN INTROVERT”.

 

“People empty me. I have to get away to refill.” – Charles Bukowski

 

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Ever since childhood, no matter where I went, at school, family functions, a get together and otherwise; I was/still am told, “You’re so quiet”. And my parents used to cover for me back then by saying, “Oh! She’s just being shy”. Now when I hear people say that, that just makes me anxious. I just smile and make the situation even more awkward. Does it ever turn to you like you might be boring someone with your silence? Well, you’re not boring. You’re just an introvert. Here’s why:

 

  1. YOU FEEL SOCIALLY AWKWARD.

 

Introverts are mostly, socially awkward. Or let’s say, they are selectively social. I, for instance, never initiate a conversation. And if someone does that for me, I’m bad at holding up a conversation. I like how some people can talk effortlessly to someone they just met. I quickly get mentally drained when I’m socializing. Does that ever happen to you?

Some of you might confuse “being an introvert” with “being shy”. There’s a thin line between them both. If you yearn for conversation but panic and shut down when someone tries to talk to you, you’re just being shy. But if you love solitude and like to enjoy your time with the people you enjoy, you’re an introvert.

 

  1. YOU CLAIM TO BE A GOOD LISTENER.

 

Introverts are good listeners. You don’t just hear to respond. You understand what the other is trying to say, deeply. You listen. You tend to give the best advice because you listen deeply and take time to respond. You won’t judge them by their story.(Well, I judge them. 😛 )

 

  1. YOU RETAIN AN AIR OF MYSTERY.

 

There really is nothing mysterious about you , but your tendency to stay just outside the crowd, simply watching and observing, while keeping your emotions and body language in check, makes you seem like you are mysterious. Do you relate to this one? I do, totally. This happens to me all the time. I am told by people that I appear secretive. I don’t even bother to explain why.

 

  1. YOU’RE COMFORTABLE EXPRESSING IN WRITING.

 

You are weird in person but really expressive in black and white. I prefer texting over calling on the phone. I’m much expressive when I text people. That way, I can think before putting my thoughts into words and respond well. I miss things that I should’ve said over the phone. And I get to edit before I text it to that person.

 

  1. YOU’RE A LOYAL FRIEND.

 

Introverts will never leave your side. They barely have some friends. Close friends. So, if you’ve been welcomed into an introvert’s inner circle, you can almost be certain you have a loyal ally for life.