This is a rant. Strictly a rant. So, be warned.
A Sunday morning. A day to be celebrated with family. A day to be cherished with i-live-for-it cups of tea.
But, no. Because in comes the fright of going to a social gathering.
I won’t call myself shy but yes I am an introvert, an introvert as good as it gets. I can talk to people if they are the conversation initiators but I won’t take the effort of going to them.
And then there is everyone else in my family, they are, what I like to call, social-beasts. They will go to everyone, talk to them, ask them and answer them, praise them and invite them to visit us…
There I am, in a corner trying to look busy with my thoughts and the other three are just out there in the battlefield. I don’t mind it. That’s their personality and it’s a good thing. Sadly, that’s not the end of it all. Now people try to interact with each other and there comes the problem, when someone asks you something and you just respond with a light nod, you’ve just committed a serious crime. You won’t be spared. They will make it the mission of their lives to either get you to talk more or inform your parents about the your savage movement of head.
Ah, I’ve been through this so many times. It’s like a broken media player, goes on smoothly until the forbidden-song comes and it’s on REPEAT.
I would love to know if anyone of you guys face any similar issues. (I’m not a sadist, maybe)