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| Mirror Balls & Confetti: We are the quiet ones |
They sat in the same table like good old friends with so
much to catch up on.
She stood in the corner with her cup, watching them.
She was reminded of their last get together. The familiar face in
the crowd but no one knew about. The continual efforts to make a good impression. Did she still want to do that?
The hushed battle of thoughts was interrupted by a young gentleman, “Hey, why don't you join us in the table!”
One of those regulars with mere outwardly concern. Or was it
pity? She could bet he didn’t even know her name.
A smile and a nod as the man took his leave. To go or not to
go?
The last seat in the table got filled, and she secretly
sighed in relief. Avoiding further interactions only too gladly, she slipped away from the
crowd to the empty balcony.
She’d always felt this was a defect in her. Not anymore
though. Thanks to whoever coined the word ‘intovert’.
It was okay. She was just as sane as they were. Them introverts.
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