Introvert, huh?

Have you considered yourself as an introvert?

I mean, by being socially awkward, hardly communicate with other people, barely have willingness to share things you have in your mind, and by being able to control yourself in your own world?

No?

Well, then lucky you.

Because I have to tell you that I'm one hell of an introvert.

And until less than 24 hours ago, I just realized how freaking bad I am as an introvert. Bang!!

Being an introvert does not always mean that you are bad, nor even good. Being introvert is about a choice, I think. About how you want to share yourself to others, not to mention loose your true identity itself.

I've once realized that I was an introvert. At that time, for me that was totally okay. I mean, by the presence of hundreds of comics on your side and series of favourite cartoons on Sunday morning, what else do you expect from this world? 

I thought I was okay, even I thought I had changed and become an extrovert. Until someone slapped me in the face and realized me how I have turned in to a freaking bad monster introvert, whom almost fell over the abyss!! What???

I've been all the same all this time. I am one hell of a freaking introvert. Even worse.

By being an introvert in the past is okay.

But being introvert in the present time as I am now... It means I am dead. 

Being an introvert is about a choice. 

And I am dying in the process of making the decision itself.