Yeah, If People Could Stop Thinking I’m a Sociopath, That’d Be Great

introvert

There’s not much that annoys me more than people (read: extroverts) completely misunderstanding my introversion. I’m used to getting strange looks when I tell people I’m not lonely when I spend all day home alone, or that my ideal weekend involves me, a book, and maybe a movie or two. But when I’m compared to a murderer, that’s where I draw the line.

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