My life is boring. At least, that’s what people tell me.
And I don’t blame them because I’m an introvert who prefers to be alone most of the time.
I don’t have 20–30 friends to talk about things friends talk about. I mean, I’m not particularly eager to be friends with people who are not my type.
I don’t enjoy popular sports like Cricket. (But I do watch some matches because of peer pressure.)
I’m not too fond of parties. I have attended some and tried enjoying them. But the loud music and excessive drinking don’t much please me.
And as you can guess, I don’t drink. I don’t smoke. I don’t do drugs. I have never used an addictive substance in my life (except social media).
So people tell me that I’m very strange. And I used to think they were correct.
But recently, I met people who are exactly like me, living “boring” lives. And I realized I wasn’t alone. It’s just we all have our own definition of fun.
For example, I like deep conversations with 3–4 close friends. We would often crack jokes and make fun of each other. I also meet people, but only when needed, and I talk only when I should.
I like traveling and exploring new places. Trekking, skiing, camping, and zip-lining are some of my favorite activities.