The Life of a Confusing Introvert

My trip to San Francisco last year in August A long time ago, I used to be called the word “shy” , because, although understandable,  I would somewhat not be what everyone else around me was.  Talkative, overly energetic, social beings that needed interactions almost every hour I felt.  That wasn’t me.  I was a happy and somewhat geeky little kid that spent his time playing video games joyfully without a care in the world.  It wasn’t that I disliked talking to people, I just didn’t need to talk too much to get my point across.  Yet, over the years that would be the word that some people would define me as. Shy.   Continue reading The Life of a Confusing Introvert