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Introverts Unite!

I saw this pic on reddit a few weeks back.  (reddit post link)

 

 

Reading the captions made me giggle.  Thinking of how silly introverts are.  Uniting separately in their own homes.  Hehe.

The humor slowly faded when I realized that I am also an introvert.



Introverts + Strangers

As an introvert, I see social gatherings as a challenge.  It takes tremendous willpower, courage, and motivation to get me to go somewhere with a bunch of strangers.  Especially if the expectation at the event is that you should mingle with everyone there.

The way I feel about meeting strangers is similar to people’s mindset when dealing with someone who has the plague.  There is a distaste in your mouth.  Your stomach feels queasy.  You try to keep a distance from them.

With the plague, people have a good reason to act like this.  But with an introvert like myself, what am I so afraid of catching?

If anything, I might catch their infectious enthusiasm, humor, or wisdom.  There’s plenty of awesome people out there who I have yet to meet.

Yet when I’m at an event I always revert to my introverted self.

Perhaps I’m afraid of what people may think of me once we start talking.  At least if I keep to myself, I’ll always be a mystery to them.

Perhaps I have a limit on how many relationships I can juggle at once.  With more people, even if they are just acquaintances, it overburdens my emotional capacity.  Since I’m an introvert and only have a few quality relationships, I go out of my way to protect those few that I do have.  I know how hard it would be to find another one.  So I push others away, to ensure the health of my current relationships.

Perhaps I am a control freak when it comes to my personal space.  At home, I can re-arrange things how I like it.  Everything is predictable when I’m by myself.  Out there, not so much.  I have less control in the real world.  People tend to do things that I least expect.  And I find that extremely intimidating.



Introverts + Family & Friends

I don’t really mind going to places where I know most of the people there like family get-togethers or parties with friends.

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No Regrets

Me and my brother Nghia was driving down to Houston over the weekend and he asked me the following question:  “If you could change one thing about your past, what would it be?”



Now that’s a really tough question to answer on the spot.

First of all, it’s based on the assumption that we made plenty of stupid decisions.  Decisions we wish we could take back.  Decisions that steered us away from what we wanted at that time.

For example, for my nephew’s birthday, I thought it would be a wise decision to cut watermelon while I was drunk and trying to carry a conversation with my cousin Audrey.  Half-way through our discussion, I missed the watermelon and instantly cut into something else that colored the knife red.  (Now I know why you shouldn’t operate heavy machinery while you’re intoxicated.)

Of course, I am guilty of mistakes during all parts of my life.  Who isn’t?

The second assumption is that once we change something significant about our past, something significant about our present should also change.

This kind of thinking puts you in passenger seat of your life, instead of being in the driver’s seat.  You are pretty much admitting that you have no power or influence in your life.  If your life is so horrible right now, why don’t you change something about it?

Another fallacy in this way of thinking is you may judge that one mistake to be monumental, but in the grand scheme of things it was really insignificant.  Therefore by changing something insignificant about your past, you end up with the same present that you’re discontent with.

Here’s a hypothetical scenario.  You regret losing one of your past loves.  You were jealous and accused them of cheating on you.  It destroyed your relationship.  And ever day since, you wondered what could have been, if you had done otherwise.  So you make that wish.  Wishing that jealously would no longer be an issue.  And once you open your eyes expecting to be next to your lover again, you aren’t.  For some reason, that wasn’t enough.  Perhaps jealousy was just the tip of the iceberg.  Perhaps the relationship was destined to end regardless of how you acted.

Another way a wish could go wrong is if we wished something away that was actually an important aspect of your life.

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Blogging About Blogging: Conception

A Dream Within A Dream

In the movie Inception, they play around with the idea of “a dream within a dream”.  The idea is simple.  You’re in a dream and for some reason, you see yourself wake up from the dream returning to your normal conscious life.

Except that you didn’t really wake up.  You only woke up in your dream.  You are still in the dream world.  This is where everything gets confusing because how can you ever know 100% that you woke up from you dream?

You don’t.  Well at least in the movie, it’s incredibly hard to distinguish dreams from real life.



Writing About My Writing

That’s exactly how I felt when I set out to write about my writing process.

–  How do I come up with these ideas?  (I don’t know, I just do.)
–  There has to be a process to it.  (It’s called the imagination.)
–  Next time you write a blog, observe yourself.  (That sounds like too much work.  Not only do I have to sit down and think about what to write.  Now I have to pay attention on how I do it.)

I don’t know how I convinced myself to do it, but I did.



Why Write?

I’ve always enjoyed writing.  Before this blog, I had two other blogs.  One in college and another one a couple of years back.

I usually get bored after awhile and stop blogging.  But I always come back.  Eventually.

For some reason, I have this creative bug inside of me that creates this itch.  The only way to quell the itch is to do something creative.

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“Real Estate Confessions” #HairRaisingBarks #ReModeledBathrooms #OneWitness

I hate it when I’m all alone shooting a house that feels creepy.

You’re downstairs and you hear creaks upstairs.  It’s windy outside, so it could easily be the weather acting on the infrastructure of the house.

You leave the room and door closes behind you.  Hmm.  Perhaps the hinge was installed wrong so it’s leaning towards the door.

There’s always an explanation for anything that’s creepy in this world.

But when you’re all alone in a house, sometimes you lose the ability to logically dissect a situation.

Fear is overwhelmingly strong in these cases.

I have a theory, where fear is extremely potent wave of energy that is emitted from your body.  It tends to attract that which you fear the most.

You’re scared that someone might break-up with you, they break-up with you.

You’re scared of losing a basketball game, you lose the basketball game.

You’re afraid of making a mistake during a piano recital, your performance ends up being dry.

So when I hear things in a house, I’m not sure if fear is making me extra sensitive to normal creaks within the house …

Or that the negative energy (my fear) emitting from my body is causing the noise.

I remember watching a horror movie, where the family keeps on moving from one house to another assuming that the houses are all haunted.

In the end, they realize they’re son is the one that was possessed.  They assume the problem was the house, but the problem resided inside their own family.

That could relate to me too.  I’m the only common factor in all the haunted houses I’ve visited.

It could also relate to the next haunted house I shot.

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“Real Estate Confessions” #CountryHouses #FakeSnakes #WeirdNoises

A couple of months ago, I posted this on my facebook status: “Shot a house for a real estate agent today that was actually haunted, weird unexplained things happening in the house, had a priest come over and exorcise the house … :(“.

The story behind that facebook post is, I had a shoot that was far away from the dfw metroplex.  It was a very nice home, no sign of wear or tear, or anyone dying there recently.  The homeowner lived there by herself with her pet dog.  When I came there, the homeowner and the real estate agent were both there talking and mingling.

Halfway through the shoot, the real estate agent casually informs me that the homeowner is selling the house because it’s haunted.  That’s a bit of information that I could probably do without, but nevertheless what was heard can’t be unheard.

Normally, when houses creak or lights flicker, I don’t pay too much attention to it.  But for some reason, I was extra sensitive to anything that I thought I saw or heard.  Sometimes your mind plays tricks on you.

I also noticed the real estate agent tried to stay within my vicinity, which is rare because most agents usually prefer to do paperwork or return missed calls from potential clients.  Not today, she was always within eyesight from where I was going.  Perhaps she was a little spooked too.

For most shoots, I take my time with shooting pics, because I want to make sure they come out good.  Not this house though, as soon as the agent told me it was haunted, I went on overdrive and sped through that house as fast as I could.

Getting into my car I drove away with a wave of relief flowing through me.  I never wanted to step inside a haunted house again.  The good thing is, I never did have to return to that house again.  The bad thing is, I found another house that was haunted.



This house was also out in the country.  It had tons of land, a nice huge pond with a fishing deck, a guest house, and a huge barn with horses & donkeys roaming the land.

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