Thinking out loud.
Growing up the way that I did; reserved, quiet and unseen, I never really felt like I was an important part of... anything, really - my family, my class or even the human race. My theatre of experience felt like something that was happening to me and and not from or because of me. So I created my own little world, and only a few would have the privilege of being a part of it except me. I was your unfriendly neighbourhood introvert but I wanted to be around other people and I couldn't stand my own company. The way I was an introvert was unhealthy and it pushed more people away than I had intended. I wasn't just an introvert - I was an anti-social butterfly. It had reached a point where my attitude in strenuous social situations needed me to be babied, and I was ungrateful for it. I think I've developed the presence of mind and vocabulary to say ''I'd really like to have time to myself'' when my social battery runs out but I picked it up too late. I didn...