Introverse – The universe of an introvert

Yes, I could have used this as a title for my blog but turns out there already are wiki-meaning pages on that. I ruled out a title because it’s a dictionary word. Okay, I am weird!

Which brings me to the point of this post – being weird. Apparently, being weird and being an introvert is connected. In today’s world, it does not matter if you throw a puppy off the roof but god save you if you are an introvert. BTW, please do not throw a puppy or anyone or anything off the roof. It’s just.. it’s SAD! Don’t do it. I love dogs more than humans. But you see, someone’s personality is just as personal as being attached to a puppy. Why are introverts looked down upon?

Google the term ‘introverts’ and there are thousands of articles trying to forcibly convert them into extroverts. I mean why? So, the girl wants to avoid a party and stay at home and order some takeaway. Is that so bad?

Some things that introverts are NOT:

Anti social – We just like to hang out with people we connect with. Makes sense?

Anti fun – We like fun. Our kind of fun is different. Looking at the stars or the sky, maybe. Playing cuddle with a pet. Entertaining a baby just to see them laugh as much. Listening to music while asleep.

Bad friends – We are the greatest friends you can have. Trust me. In fact, if we befriend you, consider yourself lucky. Okay, I’ll stop bragging but we are the right people to be friends with. And it comes with a perk – we are good listeners

Weird – Okay, now seriously, who is not weird? Aren’t you? If you’re not then that’s cool too. Nah, I’m kidding. Not being weird is weird. However, being weird is fun. People dig that. Animals dig that even more. Babies? Well, they laugh at you.

Lone Bird – Apparently, the rest of the world is always surrounded by people. You want to know a secret? We crave for space and we enjoy this trait. Feel miserable for us? Go ahead. But you know you want it too

Boring – Because we missed out on that drinking shot and flash mob practice last weekend? Hope you had fun because we were busy having fun having conversations about whatever happened to Pluto. That bores you? Aww.

I am done writing about our labels. 29 years of my life and counting and being an introvert is the best part about myself. So all the extrovert, ambivert, pretencious introvert or paid authors out there, just lay off us, pretty please? We love you all.

As for my introvert friends, I’ve got your back 🙂

When I Went To Buy An iPhone

And did groceries instead. 

It’s a true story. I am caught up in the web of internet where I see beautiful, pretty pictures being clicked on social media and say to myself: I WANT THAT! One of those mornings when you wake up and have those impulse buying decisions and realize that you do not have the money to make your impulses come true. At this moment, there is no more than bread money in my card and I still thought why not go and get myself an iPhone? That’ll end my miseries. Oh boy, was I wrong!

So I get dressed and go to the store anyway

Store Lady: Excuse me ma’am, Can I help you with something?

Me: *busy looking around*

Store Lady: Ma’am?

Me: *turning around* Umm, yes I wanted to buy an iPhone.

Store Lady: Oh sure! Please have a seat.

I had no idea we needed to sit for this. Felt more like they were going to parade me with their collection of diamonds but I sat anyway.

Store Lady: You want the 7 or…*gets interrupted*

Me: Just show me the cheapest one you have.

Store Lady: We have some refurbished phones

Me: Sorry, what’s that now?

Store Lady: These are phones used by people for a small duration and then returned to the factory.

Me: Factory? Why? Did they use their iPhones to play break against the wall?

*she stares at me*

Me: Nevermind! So, I think I’ll go for a brand new one. Maybe the 6 for now. 32 gb should do. Something in silver?

Store Lady: Absolutely! How would you like to pay?

Me: *beaming proudly* I’ve got Mastercard.

Store Lady: Sorry, we don’t accept credit cards.

Me: What? Say that again?

Store Lady: Only local credit cards maybe. Not international credit cards. We accept local payments..

Me: *can feel my heart crashing* Yes yes, I hear you loud and clear.

Store Lady: Would you like to pay by cash?

*do I look like I have that much cash on me? I just put on my pyjamas and a tee on a weekend morning*

Me: Yeah, I think I’ll try to purchase one online. Thanks for your time.

And I ran out of there almost trying to compete with Bolt. I went to my happy place. The supermarket. Sometimes groceries can do wonders!