89% introvert
You speak to me with a certain familiarity – as if we’ve known each other for many years. Old friends united. You ask me questions that I dare not ask myself and I wonder how I ever got myself into this situation. My eyes watch ur lips move but I do not hear what you r saying. You look deeply into my eyes searching for some kind of answer because you are sure I am listening to what you say – I give the right responses – I’m attentive, I nod my head, I even give the reassuring ‘ummhumm’ – but I haven’t heard any word that’s come from your mouth. As I realize you’re waiting for some kind of verbal response I sputter something incomprehensible to myself, and you laugh. I guess what I said was funny. Some part of my natural instinct to converse with other humans has unconsciously kicked in and somehow I’m still part of this conversation. It takes all that I have to not just get up and run to the other side of the room where a lively conversation of 4 or more people is taking place and I could easily just melt into the background. I stay. You talk. Sometimes my lips move too. Eventually we become friends. Sometimes I still sit and stare at your lips as they move and feel just as uncomfortable as our first meeting.