The proverbial tale of being an introvert isn’t lost on us, introverts. It is pretty easy to get lost in being alone, a loner, or a lone wolf. We fall in love with the mere concept of being our own person that we sometimes forget about the people around us.
For the longest time, I would always whine about how i didn’t have any friends, or how i didn’t know how to make any friends. For the longest time, the only people i connected to where people in TV screens and pages of a fictional novel, and let’s face it, those aren’t real friends.
When I look back on it now, I think I had more friends than i knew. Yeah, in that moment, my social circle felt small, my loneliness and anxiety worsened by the minute, and sadness was always one dark room away from eating me right up, but now, I understand that the goal isn’t to have a fountain of friends, the goal is to have a handful of people you connect with, the goal is to have that one person i could call whenever things go wrong and especially when things go right.
When I look back on it, i had people i could lean on, and this only makes me realize, I had more friends than i knew, not in quantity, but quality.
