Things You Need to Know About the Outgoing Introvert

A Glimpse Inside of a Troubled Mind

(I read this on a friend’s tumblr blog and felt it needed to be shared)
1. When we see you after a long day, we might be all irritable and not want to talk

It has nothing to do with you. Outgoing introverts, though still introverts at their core, often need to recharge after a large use of social energy. After a long day of dealing with people, our social batteries are drained and we need to unwind and recover, usually alone.

2. We’re charming creatures and can be the life of the party, but…

You’ll be surprised how much we actually live in our heads. People often confuse us for extroverts, but we’re too introspective and over-think too much to be one.

3. If we like you, we really like you.

We don’t waste our time with people we’re not completely crazy about. If we agreed to go on…

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Five Miles from Texas


It was dark in Oklahoma when the warning for my car battery came on. The lit symbol glowed orange, contrasting against the green glow of the dash giving my speed. I used my phone to thumb in a google search. I know little about cars and google gave me less.

Piece by piece my car’s electronics shut down. I lost the radio, the dash, and then my power steering and headlights. They cut out just as a semi passed me, the car barely under my control. I muscled the wheel to keep me off the big rig but still hurtling toward an exit. I coasted onto an off-ramp and was able to swing to the shoulder. I could see the makings of a tiny town maybe a quarter mile down the road. I stepped out and got to walking. The air was warm, the world black. A sign set in…

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Do I Own My Story? But What If It’s Also Your Story, and You Don’t Want Me To Tell It?

BREVITY's Nonfiction Blog

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By Laurie Hertzel

Like any good student, I sat in the front row, took diligent notes, and believed, for a while, everything my teachers said. As a young newspaper reporter, I had ambitions beyond daily journalism, so for years I attended as many workshops and seminars as possible, studying narrative writing, fiction, and, eventually, memoir.

“I own my story,” I obediently jotted during a memoir lecture—or words to that effect. “No one has the right to tell me what I can or can’t write.”

But when I began working on my first memoir, I realized that it’s not that simple. Yes, I own my story—that is, I have the right to tell the stories of my life.  But I don’t live in a vacuum, and in order to tell my stories I cannot help but tell the stories of others. Do I have that right? Do I have the…

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My New Years Resolution

The more things change…. 🙂

Ashley Jillian

Is to eat more vegetables because I feel like it will help me eat healthier and it will also help me celebrate my mental age.

Previous resolutions of mine have been to use less plastic (success) and not sharing any George Takei memes or photos on Facebook (super success)

What are your’s? Warning, if it inspires me, I may join you!

2K14, let’s do this!

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The Hospital

Short Stories by D. M. Needom

help-153094_640Death walks these halls. Most don’t realize it, but it resides here. Not like in a horror movie. No death here is something that seems removed except for those so gravely ill. Death is not something one automatically thinks about when they enter these brightly lit halls. When you enter with all the windows and futuristic designed atrium you might think you’ve been transported to a peaceful world. This couldn’t be more far removed from the truth.

In one wing of this place there is joy. The same place where many will make their arrival into this world for others though this is a place where they will say their last good-bye. So this place holds great joy and great sorrow and so many feelings in-between. Caicos reigns in saving a life and so many other things. Yet for some this is a place they thrive they come daily by…

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UP!::urban po'E.Tree(s)


when i was a young boy,
and i thought i’d live forever,
i thought the days went by so slow.

but now it seems, the days and years
won’t stop passing me by.

all i know is that i
don’t want to die,
and it’s not like I want to
live forever,
but i just don’t want to think about being gone
because all i know is that i’m not done.

yes, i know, it’s dumb
to be afraid
of things we cannot stop,
so i just go on. i just go on
and on and on and on
and off.


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