Introversion

We all have things we wish to be. Some kind of person we want others to see us as.
I don't think I've reached that point. That stage where I'm the kind of person I want to be, and want to be seen as. It's distressing. I just seem to annoy myself more than I do others, but I suppose they probably know worse people.

I wrote in a different blog I used to use on May 9, 2009,
"They used to say that the trees could speak, and even move.
Their leaves and petals would dance in the wind, taking forms and shapes at will.
Somewhere along the way, the race of evil came into the world, taking root and seed amongst the trees and plants.
Fearing this new-found evil, the trees grew deep into themselves.
So deep that they were never heard from again.

I want to be as those trees."

I'm not sure if anyone would understand the meaning of it, really. It's obviously a rather short piece of fiction. What I meant by it was that I think I'm too open still. Too talkative for my own liking.
I'm working on changing that. I'm sick of speaking when it isn't necessary. I will bring the silence and like a sheet, pull it over me. So many people enjoy sharing their opinions and thoughts whenever they can, but most others don't even care what they have to say. It's hard to observe the world if you're too busy talking all the time.

But I'll change all that for myself. I will. I want to. I need to.