A/N: Not trynna brag, but the fact that I did this in 20 minutes and it's good, I'm just saying
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ᴳⁱᶠ ᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ʷʰᵒᵐ ⁱᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ
ˏ 𓏧 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓋒 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓏧 ˎ
Being adopted by an extrovert is one of the best things to happen to you as an introvert, you sometimes need someone to balance you out, someone to pull you out of your comfort zone, someone to make you speak and express yourself beyond a hobby that probably drowns you most of the time.
"Everyone's a little blind," Pope read the book out loud, "And I don't just mean physically but also mentally, as simple minds, we tend to live in the moment instead of looking beyond ourselves, we don't usually analyze everything around us, we just refuse to do it, we're ignorant. Only a few of us tend to try, but we can never know the whole truth, no matter how much we study the details; most of the times people who do that practice some type of artistry where they can document their point of view,"
"Thank you, Pope," the teacher smiled at him.
"Kiara, can you resume the reading please?"
"Yes," she stood up, "We miss on a lot of things every day, whether it's your future wife, husband, or partner walking beside you; maybe it's the house you'll end up dying, it can even be the restaurant you're gonna have the last meal. In a way, there's no perfect practice to see the world, we either get too lost inside our heads or we get too bewitched by the wonders of the materialistic plane,"
Miss Valencia nodded at the girl, "John?"
The brunette cleared his throat, "My wife wanted to eat the world as fast as she could whilst I watched her from behind with amazement, ergo my best sellers, I do regret not living enough, and she would tell me on her death bed how much she regretted not taking a step back. Unfortunately, we're machines that are too complex and too stubborn to find the balance, because there isn't one, not available to us mortals at least. Despite the fact that I want to end this book with some type of philosophical advice, I'm not that thinky, I'm an introverted writer who can go either way, overcompensating with a social-magnet alter-ego, or disappearing in the dark forest of my thoughts,"
"JJ," you slightly pushed his arm.
"What?" he turned to you.
You passed him your notebook filled with questions. Due to your strong opposite nature, your friendship became a subconscious win-win, he offered to ask any questions you could come up with in class making him look better in the teachers' eyes; you offered to help him with exams, homework, and projects making him show how grateful he was never leaving you alone in any crowd; he offered you to teach you how to surf making you always stitch him up after any confrontation; you offered your house to crash while he slowly introduced you to the pogues.
