Perks Of Introvert Life♥️

CONFESSION

"How is it possible that Google shows me relatable memes with perfect timing? is someone stalking me? Do they know what's going on with me?Well that's disturbing just to think about" I wonder.

My best friend, Preeti didn't show up for college today so I'm sitting alone outside of my class during lunch.
"She could've given me a heads up, I could've mentally prepared for this" I think to myself.

I honestly don't have any problems staying all by myself, but it's the stares that I get make me feel like something's crawling on my body.
The extrovert world apparently finds it weird when someone is all by themselves and eating alone. It's pathetic apparently. I don't mind it though.

I do talk to my classmates other than Preeti but I can't bear the gossiping and discussions about "how to make delicious Indian dinner" and stuff.

The problem is, I can't fake my interest in something that I am not really interested in, so again, being misunderstood is inevitable.

I don't like gossiping about my classmates or movie stars. I don't like to know the proper etiquette of an Indian house wife. Yes, we do exist. I love to have conversation about the interstellar space, black holes, galaxies, the wonder called nature. I love to have conversations which would mess with my intellectual limits. But sadly, not many people think like me.

"Oh man, this marks just half day. I still have to go through three more classes. This is hard." I sigh as I am seeing students in the corridor, chatting away as if it's their last day on Earth.

I felt like someone sat beside me when I was busy thinking about stuff. I turn to see Temjen.
"Hi!" He says.
"Hey!" I reply. Hmm, I'm actually talking. I'm not at all uncomfortable. It feels like I know him since forever. I'm comfortable talking to him. Wow. This is something new again! What's this guy doing to me? So many new things in such short duration of time. Did my 'boring' (not really) life take a wrong exit to exciting route?

Whatever it is, I'm ready to find out hehe. Hope I don't get hurt though. It'd be tough to get back up. "It's ok, you're doing a new thing. It's completely normal and good to be excited to be doing something new." I console myself.

We've been talking for a while now. Yes, even though we're talking, I'm thinking at the same time. I've gotten used to doing this. How do you think I go through boring gossiping sessions without looking bad? But now this has become a habit. Good? Bad? I don't know.
As long as it doesn't affect what's going on now, it should be fine.

I turn to see his side profile. He's perfect from every angle. O wait! He has a scar on his right eyebrow. I wonder what happened.

He noticed me looking at his eyebrow. Then he was like ''oh this, I got this as a kid you know? I was a very noisy and mischievous kid. I was at swing, playing with a kid elder than me. She boasted that she could jump off the swing when it is at it's highest point during the swing. Stupid me, stood opposite to swing, getting excited about what's going to happen next.
She got off, in a smooth landing. She stopped, but the swing didn't stop doing it's thing, it kept going, but it didn't know to stop when I came in the way.
Result? I got two stitches on my eyebrow lol."