Something I find interesting about being an introvert is that I still need socialization. I spend most of my days in classes or at work and I don't socialize in those places because I'm not an outgoing person. Sometimes I don't socialize all week. When that happens, I'll get this weird feeling of restlessness that's only relieved when I'm social, particularly when I socialize with people with whom I'm comfortable.
Introverts (especially those on this site) talk big about not needing people and hating doing anything social, but when it comes down to it, we are designed to be social creatures. It's how we've survived and thrived for so long; community gives us an edge over other creatures. I wish I had more background knowledge about humans and community throughout history to better express what I'm trying to say. But yeah, even though it uses our energy to socialize, we still need it to survive and that's that on that.
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Annie Spratt
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artist: margaret jeane
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The incarnate of hate, manifest in me Pulls me into the abyss of desire A rose grows still, though none may see In earth, unkempt and raked with fire
Salvaging truth in a wreckage of lies, My heart cries out for sacrifice She opens her mouth and closes her eyes My stomach drops with the falling dice
Incarnate of Love fulfilled by hate Pursue my heart in ravenous state My soul grows weary of the cold, dark gate That separates life from an untouched state
A rose, growing still, in the depths of the earth Fills me with hope for the promise, elusive Petals in dis’ray from the narrow road’s girth We yearn for prophecy’s rest, conclusive
The end, to come, a purpose has given To those, in more of something need To die, to live; to live, good work To kiss the soldier’s cheek without greed
Build me a bridge across open water Make me a martyr for all to see My noose is taut from the ocean’s daughter A rose will be planted, though none see me