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The other night, my mother and my father and I talked about introverted people and extroverted people, and how I'm most decidedly an introverted person, in spite of any tendencies for non-introverted activities like theatre, or running a student organization. My mother made the observation that I was so decidedly introverted because I never made the effort to seek out other people. I always made them come to me. They had to call first. And I guess this has always led them to think that I don't care about them. In retrospect, I don't see why they wouldn't. I guess I always just assumed that no one would want much to do with me, and attempting to strike up a conversation was "bothering them." I always start to call, and then I hesitate, assuming that they're much cooler than I am and wouldn't want much to do with me.
Anyway, I miss you. It's like, you're the biggest thing to ever happen in my life, and you just suddenly winked out of existence someday for some reason that, as far as I can gather in my limited capacity, was really, really stupid.
I'm not expecting anything from you out of this, I just wanted you to know. Everyone could use a little knowing. And if you ever felt like dropping me an IM or a phone call, it certainly wouldn't be poorly received.
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