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Myths about introverts

Came across this article long time ago. Liked it so much. I'm posting it here.

Myth #1 – Introverts don't like to talk.
This is not true. Introverts just don't talk unless they have something to say. They hate small talk. Get an introvert talking about something they are interested in, and they won't shut up for days.

Myth #2 – Introverts are shy.
Shyness has nothing to do with being an Introvert. Introverts are not necessarily afraid of people. What they need is a reason to interact. They don't interact for the sake of interacting. If you want to talk to an Introvert, just start talking. Don't worry about being polite.

Myth #3 – Introverts are rude.
Introverts often don't see a reason for beating around the bush with social pleasantries. They want everyone to just be real and honest. Unfortunately, this is not acceptable in most settings, so Introverts can feel a lot of pressure to fit in, which they find exhausting.

Myth #4 – Introverts don't like people.
On the contrary, Introverts intensely value the few friends they have. They can count their close friends on one hand. If you are lucky enough for an introvert to consider you a friend, you probably have a loyal ally for life. Once you have earned their respect as being a person of substance, you're in.

Myth #5 – Introverts don't like to go out in public.
Nonsense. Introverts just don't like to go out in public FOR AS LONG. They also like to avoid the complications that are involved in public activities. They take in data and experiences very quickly, and as a result, don't need to be there for long to “get it.” They're ready to go home, recharge, and process it all. In fact, recharging is absolutely crucial for Introverts.

Myth #6 – Introverts always want to be alone.
Introverts are perfectly comfortable with their own thoughts. They think a lot. They daydream. They like to have problems to work on, puzzles to solve. But they can also get incredibly lonely if they don't have anyone to share their discoveries with. They crave an authentic and sincere connection with ONE PERSON at a time.

Myth #7 – Introverts are weird.
Introverts are often individualists. They don't follow the crowd. They'd prefer to be valued for their novel ways of living. They think for themselves and because of that, they often challenge the norm. They don't make most decisions based on what is popular or trendy.

Myth #8 – Introverts are aloof nerds.
Introverts are people who primarily look inward, paying close attention to their thoughts and emotions. It's not that they are incapable of paying attention to what is going on around them, it's just that their inner world is much more stimulating and rewarding to them.

Myth #9 – Introverts don't know how to relax and have fun.
Introverts typically relax at home or in nature, not in busy public places. Introverts are not thrill seekers and adrenaline junkies. If there is too much talking and noise going on, they shut down. Their brains are too sensitive to the neurotransmitter called Dopamine. Introverts and Extroverts have different dominant neuro-pathways. Just look it up.

Myth #10 – Introverts can fix themselves and become Extroverts.
A world without Introverts would be a world with few scientists, musicians, artists, poets, filmmakers, doctors, mathematicians, writers, and philosophers. That being said, there are still plenty of techniques an Extrovert can learn in order to interact with Introverts. (Yes, I reversed these two terms on purpose to show you how biased our society is.) Introverts cannot “fix themselves” and deserve respect for their natural temperament and contributions to the human race. In fact, one study (Silverman, 1986) showed that the percentage of Introverts increases with IQ.

A section of Laney's book (page 71 through page 75) maps out the human brain and explains how neuro-transmitters follow different dominant paths in the nervous systems of Introverts and Extroverts. If the science behind the book is correct, it turns out that Introverts are people who are over-sensitive to Dopamine, so too much external stimulation overdoses and exhausts them. Conversely, Extroverts can't get enough Dopamine, and they require Adrenaline for their brains to create it. Extroverts also have a shorter pathway and less blood-flow to the brain. The messages of an Extrovert's nervous system mostly bypass the Broca's area in the frontal lobe, which is where a large portion of contemplation takes place.

Source: (Written by Carl King)


Weird dream

I see dreams a lot. Almost always.

I went to my college, I'm in a room, first floor, weird things happened there, a man disappearing and then appearing from some other place. My friends/brother are with me. They don't seem to notice it. The guy talks to another guy about a camera. A big one. The one the Discovery guys might use. (In my head I play the video of a sweaty discovery guy who is in a forest, filming the animals) I always wanted such a camera, so I ask him, how much is it. He says around 624 in some currency I never heard of. Then he asks some other guy about the exchange rate. Comes out to be around 27-30. I was ready to buy even if the exchange rate was 50. My bro and I smile, not saying anything to each other, cos "damn! it's cheap". I couldn't buy it then, I didn't had the money on me.

About the weird things that happened, I began to look into it. Was going in the rooms there, looking out of windows. My looking around seemed to bother the guy's manager. He didn't say anything but just gave me this look. I looked away. Was jumping/moving over a bunch of wooden logs, the kind they might use to make doors. The logs were painted. And I think to myself what are logs doing in the lab. (Suddenly the room is a lab). I tipped on one log at the top. I think maybe they didn't notice. Anyways, I leave the room. And I hear the manager (who is now a professor) yells at students. I think that he is angry at me but taking it out on the students. I decide to leave.

And now my friends/bro are not with me. As if it was like they were never with me. (Dreams are weird.) Then I go to the parking lot, where I parked my bullet. At this time I realize I'm a regular college student and the memories come to me that I always park there. I go there, don't find my bike there. I looked again and again. (As if it might appear out of nowhere, wouldn't that be a "Ahhh there it is" moment...) Then I talk to the guy who collects the parking tickets as people leave. I asked him I got my ticket, but my bike is gone, how could you have let my bike taken away. He chuckles and says, "you know we don't really check all people". I say "what's the point then?"...then he changes his statement, thinking he might get into trouble, we do check them all. I'm thinking to myself, maybe the manager/professor had something to do with it. He seemed pissed at me. Still I keep looking, thinking to myself about insurance and I realize the insurance paper is in the bike. And I go, damn I always knew this might happen, why didn't I kept the paper at home. Later I realize cos the traffic cops might pull me over and ask for insurance. Nonetheless I should've made a photocopy. Now I'm thinking the parking lot guys and the professors, stole my bike, and stole it in parts. Some other guy told me, they sell the parts at a certain shop, you should go check it out. I think, maybe it's already been done by now, so no point. I'm standing at the door of the parking lot, not knowing what to do. Should I call my folks to pick me up?

Suddenly a bus pulls over, right in front of me, I could see the front of the bus and could see the girls in it. One of them looked at me for about a second, and then looked away. Then the girls started to come out, a girl comes and stands next to me (think she was waiting for her friends to come out), I get a little nervous (I get awkward around girls, specially the good looking ones) she looked at me again (I'm not sure if she was the same girl), I look at her, I'm thinking should I say something, hmm...maybe not, I'll blow it. I move away, cos I'm little sweaty and she is standing close to me, I wipe my face and the girls move in to the rooms, (suddenly, the parking lot is a house, a simple one, dark cemented floors, it's kind of dark inside the rooms). I see one of the girl laying on the floor, in a weird pose, maybe stretching, cos she is having lower back pain, cos of the traveling. This other girl, standing close to me, turns her back to me, asks me if her back is okay, I touch it, and tell her, "it seems fine". (As if I'm the back expert.) I think to myself, "wow I just spoke in English".

I woke up and I'm glad it was only a dream, I still have my bullet. Think I need to make a photocopy of the insurance paper.

Probably I would delete this post later, thinking it's stupid.

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Some of my college friends...



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College life is over

Life is boring without friends..:(


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