I'm a me-person

I have to write. I have to write good. I need to keep them hooked. I ought to sound appealing. Think. Think.

Blank.

Let me write something for myself today.

That should not be a task. I write for myself all day, in my mind (I tend to be a slack at times). Write? You talk about write. I read, dance, eat, sing, play, sleep, wake and read again all for myself. You can call me a me-person. Please tell apart a me-person from a selfish one. I am somebody who derives strength from within. I'm an android phone with the heaviest apps installed in it, running full time and a comfortably quarantined hole is my charger. I quench for it after regular intervals. A place need not be filled to the rafters, fitted to the bust for me to escape it for the thirst of my inner self again.

Do not underestimate the fun-side of an introvert though! Not all of us are QTs. We can be more gregarious than some extroverts you know of, until our batteries die down. And that is who an introvert is, if you've ever wondered!

I know people who think I'm weird, i'm extremely unpredictable and indescribable. I like these adjectives somehow. They differentiate me from them. They make me who I am, a me-person!

Enter mother. She has an effect that makes me vane, on anything she speaks about. You must be more social. I am social. I mentioned the word 'more', i guess. I'm a me-person. Mention that in your resume too. Maybe you could please them that way. *sighs* There's never any harm going and sitting at your neighbour's once in 2 weeks. Calling up old friends. Discussing your thoughts with others. Neighbours are boring people. Call? Oh I will just text them a 'hey, wassup? Long time!' to show i remember them, and then never reply back. That still counts being in touch right? Discussing thoughts, don't I show you all my writings?!

And I heard myself speak. She didn't have to say anything to bring out my vane self! OK. OK. Don't judge so soon. You dont know yet about the times when my battery is charged! I am a wisecracker, the top banana in the group. And I laugh, i play a kidder, I do share my opinion.

Mother? She's just worried of my seclusions. She's a sweetheart, she's my-person!

I can write a thesis on people like me but my alarm rang already indicating the end of this free writing session, inspired by Wednesday Prompt on writetribe.com.