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  • I've been told I'm too many things. The most common adjectives I get when people describe me are: silent, shy, dark and hermetic. The reality is not far away from that, but it amuses me how people enhance descriptions about you, how they come up with concepts that later on are enriched by other's comments or your actions, viewed from a different angle.

    Aarti said today that I'm dark. It all came up because we were talking about certain shallow people we know, I didn't participate much in the conversation because I've been taught not to talk behind other people's backs but also because what seems shallow to you might have another context that you don't know. My silence was interpreted not as an hermetic person who doesn't want to participate in the conversation, but as a sign that I'm thinking much worse about the people they are referring to and that maybe I'm just planning some death with voodoo dolls. I don't mind the interpretations, who really knows me can tell the kind of person that I am, I just found funny how the world might perceive me.

    Most of the time I'm taken as the vile mean bitch who never speaks to anyone because she thinks she is better than them. Most the time I'm just silent and really shy to start a conversation with someone, my social anxiousness overcomes any attempt of social contact and well, yes, probably I won't dare to start one because yes, I might think and doubt the intelligence of certain interlocutors, but 90% of the time is just that: shyness.
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