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THE EXTRAVERT.

my personal social experiment is going very well; i've successfully managed to assimilate the behaviours and characteristics of an extrovert. 

the thing is, there’s virtually no strain on my emotional or mental energy. like, dude, i enjoy talking to people. i'm naturally a people person and i can engage with them.

easily.

don’t get me wrong, i still like doing indoor stuff like reading and video games. but i’m hoping someone calls me later today saying i better dress sharp, we goin’ out tonight. 

i guess i had to prove myself wrong in that regard, the part of me that i lost or maybe never really had. maybe i allowed for stuff that didn’t paint a wholesome picture of what i am.

but the thing i can say for sure is depression doesn’t stay for long when you have a healthy, deeply rooted image of yourself – then people have no choice but to roll with it.

and that's where i'm at; rolling with it, my new form has something to say so i'm letting him. i do feel like i have to start over but this is a good chance to make the life i want, right?



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