Everyone wants to be seen. Everyone wants to be heard. Everyone wants to be recognized as the person that they are and not a stereotype or an image.- Loretta Lynch
Many people hound on me because I’m an introvert. I’ve had people literally told me it’s a shameful thing. In fact one of my co workers came up to me the other day and said “You’re quiet aren’t you?” Annoyed I replied “Yes, and people act like it’s a defect.” And then he said “Well it is.” I don’t care what him or anyone else says being an introvert isn’t a defect. Honestly if we had more people who cared to listen to others other than going on about how great they are this world would be a better place.
Many people say people are introverts because they are insecure. I thought about this a lot today. Like I’ve told you all before I’m not the most confident person in the world, but I asked myself if I was quiet because I cared what others thought. And oddly enough that wasn’t why. I mean I’ve been called about every name someone can be called so I’m at the point where I don’t really care what people think of me as much anymore. I know no matter what I do people will hate me no matter what. So why then am I quiet?
I came to the conclusion I was sick of not really ever being heard. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve tried talking to people for them not really to listen or to not really care. I constantly heard through out elementary school “Can you talk?” …And you don’t know how many people I wanted to punch in the face because of this. Furthermore, when I did try to talk many of these same people never listened. So I got to the point..what’s the point of talking if people are not really listening to you? If people really want to talk to you they will take the time to listen and respond to you.
Just today someone ignored me when I asked about if there was anyone sitting next to them. I wanted to ask to be nice instead of just placing my bottom there if anyone was sitting there. Yet she couldn’t even answer “yes” or “no”. (Side note- there were no ear buds in her ears either..so she obviously heard me) This is what I mean about putting myself out there and people not really caring.
However; I’m the same as an extrovert..I want to be heard too. Maybe that’s why I love this blog so much. That I write about things and you all actually listen to me. I can say whatever I want and if you’re reading it I know it’s because you wanted to hear from me. I didn’t have to twist your arms just to make you read this. You’re reading it because you want to.
Now I’m in no way saying being an extrovert is bad. Many people I love are extroverts. My mom is the most talkative person I’ve ever known. She can start a conversation out of no where. I admire that because whenever I want to start a conversation something dumb comes to my head like “Do you like pudding?” Ok..like if I go up to someone and say “do you like pudding” it is not only random, but they would probably not know how to respond to something like that. Laugh it off all you guys want, but that’s just how random my brain is. Yet when I’m writing I don’t face that problem. I can talk about what I want to talk about with ease.
The fact of the matter is that no matter how we express ourselves through speaking, writing, or whatever form that feels like home to you we all have stories that need to be heard. You may think that no one else thinks they are important or maybe you don’t think they’re important. But I’m hear to tell you that they are very important.
My point is with this all is that there’s no problem with being an extrovert or an introvert. And I just want you all to know no matter what people call you that isn’t your identity. You are you, and that is all that matters. I want you to know that you are important and that your voice matters so much. There are going to be people in this world that honestly just don’t care, but what’s important is finding others that will care, and will listen to what you have to say. And that you respect them enough to do the same thing.
I hope you all have a beautiful day!
Write again tomorrow,