Introverted Extrovert

I’m an oxymoron. I’m a loud Leo who wears her heart on her sleeve but I love to be peacefully by myself. I’m very expressive in my communications but prefer to communicate with myself in my head.

Social networking is nonexistent in my life so I feel fraudulent being on Twitter and Instagram. I use Twitter to keep up with current events and get chuckles from the silly public commentary. I see people tweet random things and wonder why they feel it necessary to blast their thoughts to everyone, yet no one. I witness strangers fighting and calling each other the most vulgar of words and wonder what they get out of those interactions.

On the other hand, I understand the value of Instagram when it comes to connecting with family and friends. It’s like an online photo album and I’m a sucker for photo albums. Though my photo albums are physical and contain pictures processed at the local store. Remember those days? You’d take a roll of 24 or 35 pictures, drop off the film in an envelope, and wait a week for them to be developed so you can admire your photography skills? So nostalgic but I digress…

I’m about to be 44 in a couple days and with each passing year, I realize I’m just not of this current world. My mind wants to cling to the simpler times and has been having a hard time adapting to what our world is right now. I’m digressing again. I’m an introverted extrovert. When I see loved ones, I shower them with affection and loudly share my stories. If you happen to catch me online, it’s not really me. It’s just a shell of me trying to keep up without compromising my authenticity.

I could also be an extroverted introvert. Either way, I’m embracing all the facets that make me, me. ❤