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Extroverted Introverts

One of my facebook friends recently posted this online article called “18 Struggles of Having An Outgoing Personality But Actually Being Shy & Introverted“.

After reading the article, I felt certain points rang true for me.

“#17. You prefer to travel alone, but meet up with people once you’re there.”

  • Every single month, I try to visit my sister in Houston.  At the end of this year, I plan on driving to California (a total of 21 hours of driving) all by myself.  As an introvert, I don’t view long road trips as a daunting or dreadful task.  I look forward to them and try to make the drive as enjoyable as can be, by burning some new songs, downloading some new audiobooks, or making some few scenic stops along the way.

“#16. You’re at your happiest in places like coffee shops and cafés: surrounded by people, but still closed off and keeping to yourself.”

  • I always bring my headphones while I’m at Starbucks.  That way, I can be around a full coffee shop and still feel excluded.  I frequent Starbucks at least once a week and always feel productive when I’m there.  I guess a small part of me enjoys seeing people coming and going.  And a big part of me revels in the seclusion that is promised to me while I drown myself in my music.

  “#7. Dating is weird, because you’re smiling and laughing and talkative at dinner, and then you don’t want to answer their texts for four days, because like, you just want to be left alone…”

  • My alone time can sometimes be mis-interpreted as a lack of interest in the opposite sex.  I remember my last girlfriend wanted to break up with me because she didn’t even feel like we were dating.  I guess I enjoyed my alone time too much.  There are times where I get too comfortable in my personal space, that I forget about the other person.

“#4. When you do choose to grace a party with your presence, you are the life of it. You’re dancing on the table and doing body shots until 3 a.m.”

“# 5. … You then retreat into three days of complete solitude to recover.”

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The Art of Hustling

Rome, Italy

Tourist attractions are usually filled with people looking to making an extra buck at the cost of the tourist.

For example, I went to Europe during college.  While visiting Italy, we went to the town square with tons of artists painting, booths selling souvenirs, and corner cafe selling drinks.  I was wandering on my own and this fellow came up to me.

He seemed friendly and asked me to hold up my wrist.  In a matter of seconds, he quickly created a wristband.

I didn’t think anything of it, assuming that perhaps this is a local custom to welcome tourists.

After finishing the knot, he said, “10 Euros please”.

I thought he was playing with me, so I said, “What do you mean 10 Euros?  I don’t want to buy this.”

He kept calm, pointed at the bracelet, and said “Bracelet, 10 Euros.”

I wasn’t going to pay for a cheap bracelet that I didn’t even ask for.

Feeling upset, I tried to take off the bracelet and give it back to him, but he just shook his head and said, “No.  That’s yours.  10 Euros for that.”

I didn’t like where this was headed, so I looked around for my tour group but as soon as I tried to walk away, two other guys came and blocked my route.

The newcomers started talking with the bracelet dude.  I could tell they all knew each other.  And I could tell there was no easy way out for me.

I looked around.  No one I knew.  All alone in a strange country.  I had no idea who I was dealing with.

I reluctantly shelled out the 10 Euros.

I left the town square vowing never to put myself in that situation again.



Las Vegas, Nevada

During the summer of 2014, my friends decided to visit Las Vegas for a friend’s bachelor party.  We went through the motions as far as what Las Vegas had to offer.

Gambled our money away.  Got Drunk.  Splurged on fancy restaurants.  Lost More money at other casinos.  Made promises to each other not to lose again.  Then lose even more the next time.

Since it WAS a bachelor’s party, we had to squeeze in a customary visit to the strip club.

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