Maybe it's not that I'm an introvert. Maybe it's just that I'm wierd. And require (or don't require) different things than other people do. And perhaps I haven't done a good job of keeping myself mysterious, and just sorta blurting out my differences, thus making it more difficult to navigate a world of extraverted people.
I suppose I should learn a bit of mysteriousness. Apparently, a well dressed woman of mystery is the way to go . . . .
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