I'm reading a book called "Quiet," which concerns how our society doesn't value the input of introverts as highly as that of extroverts. I've read nearly 100 pages so far, and here's what I've learned:
Introversion is not a sin.
Introversion is not a character flaw.
Introversion is not a disease.
I feel free just typing these words. Maybe I don't have to feel guilty for staying out of the action sometimes, for needing quiet time to recharge, for being content to sit and watch others have a conversation.
I'm not broken, I'm normal. (Also, I should have been Asian. They respect the introspective, quiet, knowledge-able type.)
Art History Sunday: The Blind Girl
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