You may not notice me, but I’m always there.
I’m that girl hanging back from the rest, the one whose name no one remembers. You think I’m just lost in my thoughts,drifting off to an unknown place, But in actuality, I’m always listening, watching, observing. I don’t interrupt the going-ons, I don’t interfere or alter the proceedings.
I’ve never been fond of the center of things. The havoc, the confusion, the noise--it’s overwhelming and sanity-testing. The others can chatter, they can make the din and clatter. I’m perfectly fine with being a listener. It’s actually not that bad, you know, viewing the world from this vantage point I have inserted myself into, where I’m not noticed or bothered.
By standing apart, I can see the whole picture. I can make sense of the senseless noise, hone in on the important fragments scattered about the chaos. Piece them together. Or, I can watch people unknowingly make fools of themselves as they act like they know what they’re doing. It’s pretty amusing, to be honest. Most people don’t realize that the tendency of humans is that the more noise they make, the more ridiculous they …show more content…
Not until they realize that they’ve forgotten someone, which, to be honest, isn’t all that great. Because then they’ll try and have me join them in the tumult; I’m perfectly fine where I am, thank you. I’ve stayed in this outer ring for a reason. Call me shy, call me an introvert, it doesn’t matter in the slightest. In my opinion, I’m a watcher, a listener, an observer. I can step up and speak when I need to, but oftentimes--scratch that, most times it’s not a necessity. This world is full of extroverts. Full of talkers and babblers, go-getters, and
I’m that girl hanging back from the rest, the one whose name no one remembers. You think I’m just lost in my thoughts,drifting off to an unknown place, But in actuality, I’m always listening, watching, observing. I don’t interrupt the going-ons, I don’t interfere or alter the proceedings.
I’ve never been fond of the center of things. The havoc, the confusion, the noise--it’s overwhelming and sanity-testing. The others can chatter, they can make the din and clatter. I’m perfectly fine with being a listener. It’s actually not that bad, you know, viewing the world from this vantage point I have inserted myself into, where I’m not noticed or bothered.
By standing apart, I can see the whole picture. I can make sense of the senseless noise, hone in on the important fragments scattered about the chaos. Piece them together. Or, I can watch people unknowingly make fools of themselves as they act like they know what they’re doing. It’s pretty amusing, to be honest. Most people don’t realize that the tendency of humans is that the more noise they make, the more ridiculous they …show more content…
Not until they realize that they’ve forgotten someone, which, to be honest, isn’t all that great. Because then they’ll try and have me join them in the tumult; I’m perfectly fine where I am, thank you. I’ve stayed in this outer ring for a reason. Call me shy, call me an introvert, it doesn’t matter in the slightest. In my opinion, I’m a watcher, a listener, an observer. I can step up and speak when I need to, but oftentimes--scratch that, most times it’s not a necessity. This world is full of extroverts. Full of talkers and babblers, go-getters, and