This is my story..
All my life living as an introvert being, I lived my life being my own partner playing alone with dolls, talking to them, as if they were real.. Never really realised how time passed by and I grew.. The change in height never changed my preference of choosing non living things over living.. Till the age of 15years I had a question been always asked, Ayushee do you even speak? Never did I realise being an introvert and enjoying your own company was considered being an alien.. I mean yeaahh.. A big thing isn’t it?
I always had people tell me, Ayushee you need to mix up with people.. No one ever understood, that I had been grown up in an environment enjoying my own company.. And trust me it wasn’t a sin, I felt like telling all.. It used to piss me how people used to try to change me.. But guess what I never let people do that to me..
But I guess with time changes everything, when i was out of school, with new people around I learnt how to speak.. Well I still speak less, but quite enough to say better than how I was as a kid..
People never realised that sometimes silence is what provokes you to think more.. I mean think about it.. You might be thinking of what to speak, if you’re speaking and guess what if you’re not speaking, you get to think about something else.. Freedom of thought, isn’t it?
Coming back to the point I’m trying to make.. My life would be considered as a life of a lonely being, by some.. But infact was one of the best for me..
You know why, cause
sometimes when people leave, your enough to contain yourself
when people are busy with their phones when they are with you, you can talk to yourself and never mind it..
That’s the difference..
I’ll tell you what, the irony is, people like me are considered lonely but we aren’t.. Go hunt and you will never find people like us in search of others to get their daily dose of happiness..
Lonely are those who still wait for a good morning text to smile, those who wait for someone else to call them beautiful, the ones who are sad because they can’t find someone else to party with, and those who feel depressed just because they don’t have someone to listen to them, grieving..
So the question is am i lonely, or You?
Always remember, Sometimes what you need, is YOU..