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I always sort of get the chills from the party-in-the-woods-part. It triggers so many memories from me as a teenager/young adult trying to navigate the social codes and aspects of parties. Me wanting to leave parties because I was uncomfortable and me hiding in the bathroom at nightclubs. I sometimes had fun, but I generally don't remember those kinds of events as fun. It was more about the social construct that I was supposed to have fun, that it was expected. Especially since everyone always thinks I'm a pure extrovert, a sociable happy person who thrives in other people's company, when I'm actually more of an introverted extrovert and actually get totally drained from too much social interaction and impressions.
"Pressure to come up with conversation Makes the family fine with my isolation I know I've locked myself in my room But I'll open up the door and try to love again soon"
Pressure to party - Julia Jacklin
#heartstopper#alice oseman#charlie spring#joe locke#mental health#teenagers#young adult#growing up#introverted extrovert
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So you're telling me you only like hanging out with 2 of your frnds and your cousins
YES, AND?
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Them: “Ohh, so you’re free…?”
Me: “I said NOTHING!”
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I thoroughly enjoy the quietness of my thoughts.
#all black everything#bighomieced#mental health#black mental health matters#melanin#black people#witnesses#quietness#ask tumblr#alone#solitude#mind#intellect#nothing good#black diamond comics#San Diego#introverted extrovert#it makes sense#i should be sleep#I thoroughly enjoy the quietness of my thoughts.#ebony goddess#infused melanin#melanin dripping#black power#black women#black#ebony#art#culture#food for thought
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What do you do when you are a social person who hates people as a whole but craves the attention and love of your people but your people all have other people so you spend most of your time alone?
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I am that girl who dreams about living in a world that doesn't exist. I am that girl who procrastinates by doing so and wants to stop but can't. I am that girl who wishes to be better than ever and tries so hard but still gets told it isn't enough. I am that girl who dreams of having a romantic love with fictional characters but never has been liked by kids in my school or liked real people before. I am that girl with "unrealistic expectations" when I just want a non-judgmental society and it seems impossible. I am that girl who listens to her mother who was never taken care of by her parents. I am that girl who cries alone at night and listens to Taylor Swift. I am that girl who has a bad reputation at school but is still kind. I am that girl who has many bottled-up feelings and has random bursts of anger and frustration. I am that girl who is an Extrovert but is slowly turning into an introvert. I am that girl who likes dark humor and doesn't have self-respect. But I'm starting to feel like nobody.
#procrastination#burnout#introverted Extrovert#hopeless romantic#finding comfort at night#mom friend#anger issues
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i've been thinking lately about the concept of introverted and extroverted people. i'd always thought i was an introvert because lots of the time people just wear me out. but recently i've noticed how good i feel coming home from work and interacting with all sorts of people. i feel alive and good and full of energy even if i've been up since the crack of dawn. i'd always thought i was introverted because i was shy and a little more reserved when it came to bigger crowds and useless at small talk. but i've come to realise that this isn't the trademark of an introvert, it's the mark of me. because in all honesty, i like people, and maybe i like them in small doses and quiet settings, but i like people regardless.
introverted and extroverted is about energy and where your energy comes from-- solidarity or interaction (and ik there is a grey area and there is mix and there are situations to think about but for the sake of simplicity let's stick to this).
so to all those quiet extroverts out there like me, don't let the stereotype make you keep to yourself when you crave connection. you are definitely allowed to be quiet and shy and still love being around people.
#thoughts#on life#my thoughts#introverted#extroverted#introvert#extrovert#shy extroverts#introverted extrovert#i like people#people#introverts and extroverts#energy#<3#connection
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My life changed when I realized I could be an extrovert if I didn't have anxiety.
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i cannot stress enough how much i want to live on my own but also if i don't see my bffs for a few days i go insane
#or soon weeks..#where are you#introverted extrovert#extroverted introvert#which one am i#i can't tell
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Day 468
It has been less than 2 hours since I got home from my dad’s birthday party, and while I’m tired, I’m not sleeping. I’ve done this too when I returned home from a trip out west, not sleep despite coming home at 3 a.m. in the morning.
This is because after spending a lot of time around people (or many people) I need time to be alone, and to be awake to experience that sensation of being alone.
I know it sounds like I didn’t enjoy my time out, but I did. I got to talk to people, and talk about work and my hobbies and have people who are interested in that sort of thing. It turns out one of my relatives also has a stationary problem like me, which is nice to know. I got to spend time with my sister, and have conversations and socialize.
But… afterwards, when it’s all said and done, I need to be on my own. Being social is very tiring.
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the only thing scarier than vampire lords/mind flayers/death cults is meeting the in-laws
#bg3#baldur's gate 3#astarion#tavstarion#i feel like he’s good at schmoozing but i’m not sure how much he would actually Enjoy it#he gives me extroverted introvert#being surrounded by a few hundred very pretty wood elves for a weekend is probably quite nice though#he might have a bitch sesh with dorian’s sisters#also i will keep making his outfits cuntier if it kills me#what’s that post about how wyll is the only character you could realistically bring home without disaster
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It all translates to a “no”!
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I'm tired of being a loud person. I'm retiring from speaking. I'm done with it
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Gotham rained a lot more than Amity ever did.
Danny could not help but appreciate the differences. From the way the city itself curled around her inhabitants to the weather, Gotham was far darker than Amity ever managed to be.
Still, there were similarities. The screams, for one. In Amity, it was ghosts, their victims, and whichever ghostbuster of the day rocking up to rock each other’s shit. Another similarity? Danny’s inability to not get himself into troublesome shit, because he could never ignore a cry for help.
That scream was a cry for help if he’s ever heard one.
Danny cursed himself as he slipped through the alleyways, strides becoming smoother and agile than he normally walked like. He stuck to the shadows, the prickling of ghostly senses and honed vigilante instincts guiding him towards the scream. It was a man, getting stabbed by a guy in a red helmet.
Danny maintained that he was new here.
Which is why his foot connected solidly with Red Helmet's... red helmet.
"Motherfuc-" Red Helmet shouted as he was punted several feet away.
"Holy shit dude, are you good?"
Danny helped the guy up.
"Thank fuck! Back up! What took you so long?! Boss is gunna be so pissed if we're late!"
Hold up. Boss?
"Boss?"
“Black Mask, asshole! We gotta go before he decides to cut off our limbs!”
Danny yanked the guy to the side just as a bullet ricocheted off the rusted fire escape.
“Ope!”
“You’re not going anywhere.” A mechanical voice growled behind them.
“Oh fuck, Red Helmet guy.” Danny muttered.
“Shit, ya gotta run, tell boss I got caught.” The injured goon- because it was now apparent to Danny that the guy was working for someone dangerous- said. Danny appreciated the thought, but he only intervened because the guy was getting stabbed.
“Uh,” Danny hesitated. Clearly the guy had the wrong idea.
“Don’t make a move, unless you want your fucking heads blown off,” Red Helmet guy- wait, why does he feel liminal?- raised his guns. “Why don-”
Red Helmet guy was cut off by the thud of the now unconscious goon.
His helmet tilted down and then back up at Danny.
“Guess it’s just you and me,” Helmet guy sneered out. “Better tell me everything you know about Black Mask, or else you’ll get a taste of what he had.”
Danny held up his hands even though he knew he could just let the bullets phase through him. The smart thing would be to absolve himself and not get in the middle of two criminal’s beef as a civilian.
Danny’s full name, however, could have been Danny ‘Dumb Decisions’ Fenton. So, Danny practically interjected himself like an overexcited puppy at a doggy daycare.
“Okay, no need to get bloody. But uh, I have a question.”
Red Helmet cocked his head and mockingly gestured with his gun. “Sure, why not.”
Danny let as much of his midwestern accent into his voice as possible. “Who’s, uh, Black Mask?”
Red Helmet paused. Then he sighed. “You’re not from here, are you?”
“No…? I’m, uh, new in town.”
Red Helmet lowered his guns, and for some reason, Danny could tell that he was exasperated.
“Why would you even get in between a fight, dumbass? I have a gun! I coulda killed ya! He’s a criminal’”
Danny protested. Rude! “In my defense, you were stabbing him! You’re a criminal too, you know!”
“That makes it worse! You-!” Red Helmet paused. “Wait, do you even know who I am?”
Danny let his gaze wander down to the red bat-shaped logo on the guy’s chest. “Uh… Red Helmet… bat-guy?” He hazarded a guess.
“Oh my god, you’re an idiot.”
Danny gaped. “Excuse me?!”
“You heard me,” Red Helmet put his gun back and planted his fists on his hips. “You’re an idiot. Who gets in between a vigilante and the goon of a crime lord.”
Danny crossed his arms, leveling an unimpressed look at Red Helmet. “I’ve never heard of a vigilante killing someone, Red Helmet Bat-Guy.”
“It’s Red Hood.” Red Helmet sighed, walking closer. “And I wasn’t going to kill him.” Danny scoffed.
Danny relaxed, sensing the truth coming from Red Helmet guy’s liminal aspects.
“He’ll die looking at your ugly mug,” Danny sassed. “You’re gonna get him to a hospital, right? I’ll go with you.”
“Are you midwesterners all this trusting? What if I was the goon and this guy was the vigilante?”
Red Hood hiked the goon over his shoulder in a fireman carry. Danny followed after him.
“He’s the one that told me to go running back to his boss, Red Helmet.”
“It’s Red Hood.”
“That doesn’t look like a hood.”
Danny grinned as Red Helmet grumbled. How interesting! Maybe he won’t miss Amity as much as he thought he would!
“Ugh, fine, I guess someone’s gotta watch your dumb ass so you don’t get mugged.”
“I can take care of myself!”
Hood grunted. “I guess that kick wasn’t half bad.”
Danny beamed at him. “Thanks!”
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Danny chucked a chimichanga at Red Hood.
“Wait a minute, you’re a crime lord! Being a goon was way less illegal than being a vigilante crime lord!”
Red Hood cackled at him.
#danny phantom#red hood#batman#jason todd#dc x dp#dpxdc#bamf danny phantom#Danny the extrovert who adopted Jason the introvert
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A little about myself. My name is surprisingly Mike. I was born in 1984 in Lynn Lake, Manitoba. Try find it. Fun fact: I have lived in 17 places in 38 years. This includes Australia, New Zealand, Manitoba, Ontario and Newfoundland.
My partner and I recently purchased a lovely house on a hill in Paris, Ontario. We hope it’s the last for a long while. I am excited to become established in the community.
I think the thing I am best at is guitar. I have played, taught, and performed for 25+ years, all left-handed. I enjoy expensive beer. I enjoy cheap beer. I love golf. Under 10 handicap, some years. I ride my bike a lot. One cat. One dog. New Jersey Devils. Toronto Blue Jays. I work late – really late. Sometimes 3 in the morning late. It’s nice to catch the west coast hockey games while burning the midnight oil. I am a classic extroverted introvert. Overly excited in social situations followed by a string of days recovering inside. We all have things to improve.
I still love doing all the design and development work for clients. I have no immediate interest in changing that. The work you receive will be from me unless it is a specific outsource request. It is important to me that you receive designs and development by myself for accountability, consistency, and quality.
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#website design#sour beer#left handed guitar#web developer#new jersey devils#toronto blue jays#introverted extrovert#parisontario#paris ontario
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