Terms.

Susan Cain's TedX video is a beautiful testimony to the fact that introverts are amazing people.
And so are tumblr sites. And Luchie's Introversion comic.

It made me think of what I am.
I don't believe in terms, but I do know that we are bound to live by them, or else we'd be called lunatics and won't survive.

Also, living by terms is more interesting. I'll explain all this later, when I feel like it.
(That's how I do stuff. When I feel like it.)

But what I feel right now- is the confusion- regarding 'which term' is for me.
Am I extroverted?
Introverted?
Or am I an ambivert?

It's better to not believe in terms- when it comes to what kind of a person one is based on their social prowess. Because it all depends on the situation.
But then again, because it depends on the situation at hand, it is important to know what one is.

An introvert could act as if he's really extroverted, and no one would ever know.
If my Fountainhead goes around talking loudly and horsing around, it really does not mean he is extroverted.
He is having fun. He is not an extrovert.

I could be coming to that party where everyone is going to.
I find solace in the fact I can easily lie about why I am not coming and just avoid confrontations.
I hate drama.
And it's lovely to stay at home and eat and grow fat reading books and watching anime.

I do take risks.
Everyday.
Just talking to a person so boldly as I've lately begun doing is a lot for me.
I can stand up to my class, now, and talk.
It's still a risk, even if now I can at least talk. It's still a risk because inside- I'm crumbling with embarrassment.
And then I shrug it off, as certain people have taught me.
It bothers me, in the moment, though.
I still hate public speaking.
I don't think I'd ever be able to do it.
Giving speeches, reciting, enacting a drama- it really isn't for me. Even if it is something that I can attempt without dying, it isn't for me.

A fish can't learn to fly.
But it can at least attempt a leap outside the water, can't it?

And people who think introverts are shy people who can't love-
Think again.

We love fiercely, with passion.
Think of Lyra and Will.
Estha and Rahel.
Two cats swishing tails.
The Little Prince. And his rose.

We love so fiercely, we lose ourselves.

Coming back to a term-
I think you know what it is, Fountainhead.

Nay, we aren't introverts.
Nor extroverts- that's laughable.
Ludicrous.
Ambiverts?

We aren't what these terms define people as- based on their social skills.

Nay, nay.

We are simply humans who don't like to talk to people who don't matter.
The popular ones, the fabulous ones.

What defines what is 'popular' anyway?

We're not.

And even if somehow, some of us become so, (you there) we never thought of being so.

And even then, it doesn't matter, does it?

Becoming popular does not mean you have changed.
It just means more people acknowledge that you're existing.
And look forward to seeing you.

It also does not mean you always reciprocate that. (Mental xD)

And the kind of people we are- we like to shout our hearts silly to people who at least strike the same chord as us.
People on our orbits, or who we orbit, they're much too intimate to even decipher. They already share our very soul, our very wavelength.

People like those- however few- are treasures. Diamonds. The ones who share a chord are gold. Silver, platinum, your choice.

That's why people are astonished when we tell them we are actually quite introverted, if they are in want of a colloquial term.

They can't believe that we- people who are seen in breaks shouting and running and chasing and being silly- can be introverted.

But we are.
And not 'introverted' but a term which we know, and we understand.

And we know what is truly of consequence, and we are true.
And we are different.

But we are human.
Only human.