Loneliness is a Word I Can't Overuse by Steve
This may be why infp's are called The Poet as well as The Healer. This is from Steve, who visited my website, The IntrovertZCoach.
Steve writes ...
I love reading these articles and reminiscing about my youth, and what it was like to grow up introverted.
Loneliness is a word I can't overuse.
Perhaps out of respect for my family, it's something I don't enjoy sharing, but when you look into people's eyes, you know that there's something different. Is it them? No, can't be, they can't all be different. It's a conspiracy by the entire world to segregate me and my self-involved personality into thinking that there may be something ideally different about me! Geez, that really makes sense.
Yes, I am different, in so many ways.
Sometimes I want to just stay in my room and imagine a better place, oh wait I'm doing this now…
I was driving home with my brother and his girlfriend, when she asks me why I liked Lost in Translation – because she just didn't get it. My reply was with candor, that she's really lucky the movie didn't translate to her, she'd never felt it. A sudden chill and the hair on my arms rose, as I wanted to describe the feeling that instant.
Maybe she'll understand when she gets older, and remember me looking away that night in the car….
People have tried to change me, my mother especially. Consider it her biggest challenge to welcome her quiet child into a world of screaming, fighting, confused extroverts.
So she taught me math. And to this day I'm great at it, even though I hate math with a passion. But logic and self-esteem from sports doesn't overwrite what's been placed at birth. Nature or Nurture? I think it's in that order, makes sense to me, so simple…isn't it?
Ok, so now close your eyes, and picture a world dominated by introverts.
Can you?
Really, can you?
I can.
We live in it.
It took me 30 years to picture it. Now as the sun rises from the clouds in this rainy Monday afternoon, I remember the movies I loved, and the stories we tell our children, the laughter from our past, and the music that fill our hearts.
We’re like a flower.
There certainly are many more leaves, they bloom faster, and they take up all the space, but when we bloom, boy do we shine.
Enough so that you no longer see the leaves and the colors of the flower remind you that nature does create beautiful things.
It's ok to let the flower bloom.
Thanks Nancy, you’re wonderful.
Thanks, Steve, YOU'RE wonderful. No one has a way with words like an infp.
This may be why infp's are called The Poet as well as The Healer. This is from Steve, who visited my website, The IntrovertZCoach.
Steve writes ...
I love reading these articles and reminiscing about my youth, and what it was like to grow up introverted.
Loneliness is a word I can't overuse.
Perhaps out of respect for my family, it's something I don't enjoy sharing, but when you look into people's eyes, you know that there's something different. Is it them? No, can't be, they can't all be different. It's a conspiracy by the entire world to segregate me and my self-involved personality into thinking that there may be something ideally different about me! Geez, that really makes sense.
Yes, I am different, in so many ways.
Sometimes I want to just stay in my room and imagine a better place, oh wait I'm doing this now…
I was driving home with my brother and his girlfriend, when she asks me why I liked Lost in Translation – because she just didn't get it. My reply was with candor, that she's really lucky the movie didn't translate to her, she'd never felt it. A sudden chill and the hair on my arms rose, as I wanted to describe the feeling that instant.
Maybe she'll understand when she gets older, and remember me looking away that night in the car….
People have tried to change me, my mother especially. Consider it her biggest challenge to welcome her quiet child into a world of screaming, fighting, confused extroverts.
So she taught me math. And to this day I'm great at it, even though I hate math with a passion. But logic and self-esteem from sports doesn't overwrite what's been placed at birth. Nature or Nurture? I think it's in that order, makes sense to me, so simple…isn't it?
Ok, so now close your eyes, and picture a world dominated by introverts.
Can you?
Really, can you?
I can.
We live in it.
It took me 30 years to picture it. Now as the sun rises from the clouds in this rainy Monday afternoon, I remember the movies I loved, and the stories we tell our children, the laughter from our past, and the music that fill our hearts.
We’re like a flower.
There certainly are many more leaves, they bloom faster, and they take up all the space, but when we bloom, boy do we shine.
Enough so that you no longer see the leaves and the colors of the flower remind you that nature does create beautiful things.
It's ok to let the flower bloom.
Thanks Nancy, you’re wonderful.
Thanks, Steve, YOU'RE wonderful. No one has a way with words like an infp.
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