When I was invited to write for this blog, I did it
because of my desire to connect with others. I felt like my life has been tied
down by surface judgements which never really made a break to the depth of
one’s true self. Drawn by the complexity of others, I hope to openly share that
we all are complex humans. You might be reading this because you are drawn to
me, almost like a moth in the darkness to a light……or maybe I annoyed you enough
to be my friend.
Oddly, enough I share this as you sit online. You
might be bored and grew tired of shared photos of nothing, yet you stopped to
read this. If you talk to me in real life, I will smile and brush off what will
be said here, so listen up.
Being introverted, makes socializing and talking hard.
Social niceties and small talk are a drudgery. Balancing the right facial
expressions and pitch tones of “hello” and “how are you” tire me down to the
soul. In a world full of “I’m good”, I want to know what kept you up all night.
When I ask people about who they are, most people become
suspicious. My curiosity either pushes or it pulls. Conversations go astray as
I find out the truth. Without any words, they understand they can’t be just
“good”. I think the best conversations I have ever had have been unsaid. Unaccustomed
with a raw honesty and truth, I gently push. I love the world and understand I
do not understand a lot, but I push for the truth.
The point of this entry is that there is realness in
everything. Even if people say they are “good” or smile and laugh, there is
always so much more. Hopefully, if you are still reading, I hope you’ll want to
go to sea, even if there isn’t a guaranteed safe boat. We will never completely
know each other but we have the option of listening to each other stories. Stay