Introverts never live alone

I’ve been spending a lot of time alone lately, living out my true but long-ignored introverted self. And I’m realizing why introverts never really get bored: they’re not actually alone.

The more time you spend with yourself, the more you realize you are many people. Or that many people are you. “Me, myself, and I” becomes real. As you introspect more and have conversations with yourself, you begin to notice all sorts of personas within.

One guy is nudging you toward selflessness, while another is reminding you that life’s short. One guy is funny as hell; the other takes everything too seriously. In the morning, someone wakes up pumped. By evening, some other guy is wondering if it’s all worth it. There are so many of them, some from within, others from beyond. But you see and hear it all.

The more time you spend alone, the more you can hear and see what was always there—but you were too distracted to notice.

This is true for everyone but introverts watch it play out more consciously. What a drama to watch all of these characters live here rent-free!

Of course, if you never step out to meet actual people you can touch, you may get lost in the world of the ones you can’t see. I think they call it madness or something like that.