Definition: Contrary to what most people think, an introvert is not simply a person who is shy. In fact, being shy has little to do with being an introvert! Shyness has an element of apprehension, nervousness and anxiety, and while an introvert may also be shy, introversion itself is not shyness. Basically, an introvert is a person who is energized by being alone and whose energy is drained by being around other people.
Introverts are more concerned with the inner world of the mind. They enjoy thinking, exploring their thoughts and feelings. They often avoid social situations because being around people drains their energy. This is true even if they have good social skills. After being with people for any length of time, such as at a party, they need time alone to “recharge.”
When introverts want to be alone, it is not, by itself, a sign of depression. It means that they either need to regain their energy from being around people or that they simply want the time to be with their own thoughts. Being with people, even people they like and are comfortable with, can prevent them from their desire to be quietly introspective.
Being introspective, though, does not mean that an introvert never has conversations. However, those conversations are generally about ideas and concepts, not about what they consider the trivial matters of social small talk.
Introverts make up about 60% of the gifted population but only about 25-40% of the general population.
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This is how you do travel photography.
Roughly ten million times better than the typical holding up the building pose.
Kid doesn’t like Harry Potter:
Eating is good. Fried chicken is life. Fuck the healthy foods.
YOUR is possession. YOU’RE is stating you are something.
Laziness is okay. Sun is bad for you anyway.
Music shall be your life. Rock out always!
And finally: Everything is funnier when it falls/explodes.
SO much for that ‘Great Mom’ comment Leslie. My children will be ruined.
(Source: on-this-last-day)
So I didn’t know that fucking dragons existed. Just look at them. Just fucking look.
They hide under a disguise of feathers and call themselves bearded vultures. But I see through their lies.
Want one as a pet? Well they’d be $9000 dollars, but that’s hypothetical because you simply cannot have one. Also, they like to eat dead parrots and dolphins and that’s out of your budget too. Ablubblubbloo…
Oh god. I think I’m going to have nightmares. That guy is just as scared as we are. This is just another reason to stay inside the house at all times and hide from nature. Tumblr is good right? Cause tumblr won’t hurt you like nature.
Apparently nature eats dolphins.
Fuck that shit, essentially.
Via clear water & concrete
![victoriousvocabulary:
DELUGE
[noun]
1. a great flood of water; inundation; flood.
2. a drenching rain; downpour.
3. anything that overwhelms like a flood.
[verb]
4. to flood; inundate.
5. to overrun; overwhelm.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3fjkeYqHl1qdhxyeo1_500.gif)
DELUGE
[noun]
1. a great flood of water; inundation; flood.
2. a drenching rain; downpour.
3. anything that overwhelms like a flood.
[verb]
4. to flood; inundate.
5. to overrun; overwhelm.
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I was never afraid of the rain. To me it is the best thing in the world. It is happiness. It is beautiful. It is safe.
If I was at my grandmother’s house she’d grab a knitted tan blanket and I’d sit in her lap on the back porch until the rain stopped. She’d do horrid renditions of old lullabies as we drank hot cocoa together.
When I was home with my mother and it rained I’d run outside and stomp around in the mud. Sometimes barefoot. There is nothing quite like the splash of a puddle under a young girl’s foot. My mother would sometimes watch me from our front window with a smile.
Sometimes if I was lucky it would rain when I was with my friends. Depending on who was there we would do silly things. We waltzed through the rain and tried to learn how to tango with our hair clinging to our face. Or sat under a gazebo and talked about life in a way that was too deep for our young years. A few times we raced leaves down the gutters and screamed so loud the neighbors came out to yell at us.
Even now I still play in the rain. I spin as it falls and laugh as I jump through puddles. Playful shouts fall from my lips as it thunders overhead. During those times I am truly happy.
All of these things are few and far between. It doesn’t rain in Colorado often and I do not enjoy the sun, or the wind, or the snow. My family doesn’t understand my wanting to move to a place like Portland or Seattle.
‘Why would you want to move to a place where it rains all the time?’ Because the rain is soothing to me. It is peaceful, and beautiful, and perfect.
‘All that rain will depress you.’ But I have been fighting depression for years and rain is the only thing that can unfailingly make me smile.
I love the rain.
