Growing up Introvert amongst Extroverts
<p>Looking back at myself as a kid, mostly through stories I’ve been told by family members, there’s no question in my mind why I am the way I am today. It’s pretty obvious to me that I have always been an introvert.<br />
Well, it wasn’t obvious to them. They couldn’t understand why I spent hours, alone, in my room.<br />
They couldn’t understand why I avoided family gatherings.<br />
They couldn’t understand why I was so calm and quiet and barely ever said anything.<br />
See… to them, I was just “weird.”</p>
<p>Family gatherings, parties in general, were always an emotional rollercoaster for me.<br />
My extroverted siblings were ready to effortlessly mingle and laugh with anyone and everyone.<br />
Meanwhile, I held onto my glass of soda, taking the smallest possible sips so it could last forever, and I wouldn’t have to ask for more!<br />
Silently praying for no one to approach and start talking to me, unless it was a familiar face who came to rescue me from the chattering chaos around me.</p>
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