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I finally gathered enough inspiration to actually draw something. The past few weeks have been a series of failed drawings because I had no idea what to draw.
Then I watched this video on Youtube called "The Power of Introverts". It was based off of a book by Susan Cain called Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World that Can't Stop Talking.

The video really brought me back to when I was a kid and I felt as if something was wrong with me.
My parents were always concerned about why I chose to stay home by myself rather than hanging out with friends.
Back then, I barely even had any friends.
People were always telling me to get out of my own little world and talk with other people.
They thought I was weird for always spending my time reading.
For a while, my parents even banned me from reading.
One time, I was in a group of people who were chatting and I got bored. I took out my book and started reading. My peers started to talk about how strange I was even though I was sitting right next to them. They thought that I couldn't hear them because I was reading. One boy called me deaf and I hit him. I was sent to the principal's office.

I have a very stubborn streak and a lot of pride, so I got angry at others easily. It was because I felt as if no one understood me. They kept saying there was something wrong with me, but I kept thinking that they were wrong.
I do well enough socializing, but it's pretty stressful. If I'm not careful, I end up neglecting my friends for the sake of solitude and then I realize that I haven't talked to any of them for months.

I eventually started to just ignore the fact that I was different. When people commented on my aloofness, I take pride in my social standing at the bottom of the food chain. I didn't care anymore about constantly trying to make more and more friends so I could attain that enigmatic and vicious concept called "popularity". From what I saw, popularity wasn't all that great anyway. The worst part of it was having to deal with my family. My parents were constantly forcing me into social situations when I would much rather curl up in the back of the library and read. It's pretty terrible when you're parents feel as if you're a failure.
My sister was constantly going out during the weekends with friends, and I was always at home. She avoided me at school because she hated being associated with her "weird" older sister.
My parents always said that they never compared the two of us, but there were many times when I felt painfully aware of how different we were. They never talk about my introversion anymore, but I can tell that they're still concerned about it.

Well, there's nothing I can do about it. I'm an introvert. It's in my nature. I enjoy solitude, reading, writing, and thinking. I may not be the life of the party, but at least I'm not a total airhead like some extroverts. I'm proud to be an introvert.

As a last message to my fellow introverts, take pride too. There's nothing wrong with you. You are an wonderfully complex and beautiful person full of flaws and gifts. Don't think that just because you aren't outgoing or like being alone, you're weird. Through this web of connections, the Internet, I reach out to you. Because some of you just need to be reminded that you are amazing.

Description
I finally gathered enough inspiration to actually draw something. The past few weeks have been a series of failed drawings because I had no idea what to draw.
Then I watched this video on Youtube called "The Power of Introverts". It was based off of a book by Susan Cain called Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World that Can't Stop Talking.

The video really brought me back to when I was a kid and I felt as if something was wrong with me.
My parents were always concerned about why I chose to stay home by myself rather than hanging out with friends.
Back then, I barely even had any friends.
People were always telling me to get out of my own little world and talk with other people.
They thought I was weird for always spending my time reading.
For a while, my parents even banned me from reading.
One time, I was in a group of people who were chatting and I got bored. I took out my book and started reading. My peers started to talk about how strange I was even though I was sitting right next to them. They thought that I couldn't hear them because I was reading. One boy called me deaf and I hit him. I was sent to the principal's office.

I have a very stubborn streak and a lot of pride, so I got angry at others easily. It was because I felt as if no one understood me. They kept saying there was something wrong with me, but I kept thinking that they were wrong.
I do well enough socializing, but it's pretty stressful. If I'm not careful, I end up neglecting my friends for the sake of solitude and then I realize that I haven't talked to any of them for months.

I eventually started to just ignore the fact that I was different. When people commented on my aloofness, I take pride in my social standing at the bottom of the food chain. I didn't care anymore about constantly trying to make more and more friends so I could attain that enigmatic and vicious concept called "popularity". From what I saw, popularity wasn't all that great anyway. The worst part of it was having to deal with my family. My parents were constantly forcing me into social situations when I would much rather curl up in the back of the library and read. It's pretty terrible when you're parents feel as if you're a failure.
My sister was constantly going out during the weekends with friends, and I was always at home. She avoided me at school because she hated being associated with her "weird" older sister.
My parents always said that they never compared the two of us, but there were many times when I felt painfully aware of how different we were. They never talk about my introversion anymore, but I can tell that they're still concerned about it.

Well, there's nothing I can do about it. I'm an introvert. It's in my nature. I enjoy solitude, reading, writing, and thinking. I may not be the life of the party, but at least I'm not a total airhead like some extroverts. I'm proud to be an introvert.

As a last message to my fellow introverts, take pride too. There's nothing wrong with you. You are an wonderfully complex and beautiful person full of flaws and gifts. Don't think that just because you aren't outgoing or like being alone, you're weird. Through this web of connections, the Internet, I reach out to you. Because some of you just need to be reminded that you are amazing.