I love to think. Think about what my life could be like and what it is like. I can say so many things in my head and no one else can hear them. That's the beauty about the mind it's all yours and no one can touch it.
Want to tell me about yourself...your dreams, hopes, fears, I'm in. Want to talk about what you ate for lunch or how much you paid for your new shoes, I'd rather listen to the sound of a breeze moving through the trees.
happens too often. Most of the time I stay quiet because 1. I'm not admitting that I am quiet, because I'm really not, I just don't know you 2. Some unintelligent thing will come out of my mouth if I open it and 3. What's the point in telling them why I'm quiet when they wouldn't understand or care or stick around long enough anyways
"Think of communication like fuel economy for an introvert. You are a Hummer and they are a Prius--squeezing as much communication out of the fewest words possible. Saying the same thing twice is just bad MPG."