Extrovert – Introvert (4 of 4)

He put the book in his lap and gazed out at the sunshine. A blackbird whistled in the walnut tree and a squirrel ran away with his plunder. So much life, he thought. Maybe he should go for a walk in the forest, while it was still such fine weather? Then again, he might meet someone and he was not in the mood for talking. He leaned back into his armchair with a content sigh and let his eyes wander across the living room and up to the face of the grandfather clock. It had been two hours already. He smiled. It was not as if he had anything else he needed to do today. So he picked up his book again and let himself be drawn into the words and the world they created in his mind.

Extrovert – Introvert (3 of 4)

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(Credit: Tommy Ingberg)

He drummed his fingers on the table. Then he bit his nails. A distant car engine made him go to the window, but it continued past the sleepy village. Silence descended over the living room. He froze and the silence grew, ripping through his eardrums to tear up his insides. He paced the carpet, stamping his feet to chase the silence away, but there was still an emptiness in the room which he could not fill with noise, and the void sucked at him, threatening to drag him down into nothingness. He picked up his phone, still pacing. Who wouldn’t be at work? He sent out a text with “Hi, How’s it going?” to ten different numbers. When the phone vibrated, he sat down with a sigh. It was not much, but it could keep the void at bay for a while.

Extrovert – Introvert (2 of 4)

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(Credit: happymonsters.tumblr.com)

The laughter jarred his ears and the volume of the voices around him turned up another notch. So many people. And they all seemed to want to be heard above the others. He tried to take a deep breath and ignore the noise, just let it wash over him, but there was something else. Something which could not be seen, but it emanated from everyone around him. It pressed against him, draining him and squeezing his heart, so that he thought it might pop. And he felt that he had to leave, he had to leave right now or the noise would drown him. But if he stood up, they would all look at him and he was tired. So tired. So he sank into his chair and trembled.

Extrovert – Introvert (1 of 4)

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He threw his head back and laughed, the mirth tickling his insides and tears forming in his eyes. A pleasant warmth seemed to emanate from the wonderful people around him and he wished he could stay right here right now forever.

Perhaps it was love, he thought as his laughter subsided and he leaned forwards to hear the rest of the story. Not romantic love, but friendly love, platonic love. A deep care which tied everyone at the table together and gave a sense of belonging. His heart swelled and he could kiss the woman in front of him as she finished telling him about her silly brother. Of course that would be inappropriate, so instead, smiling, he began his own entertaining tale of a family member.