I hate the fact that sometimes it feels like I have to apologize for being a quiet person. I’m not broken. Don’t project your discomfort onto someone you don’t understand. Stop trying to prod and “fix” me. It’s annoying as shit. My silence is not your puzzle to solve. I speak when I have something to say. My quietness doesn’t mean I am disconnected. I’m constantly processing. Constantly watching and observing. It just so happens that I open up more to people don’t demand anything from me. Why do you flinch at my stillness? Bruh, people are annoying as hell.
i want to run away
i think i oscillate between periods of isolation and socialisation, i am the most balanced when i am alone but i am the most connected when i have community. i’m learning to balance the two
Working as a researcher has made growing older an even scarier concept to me.
The idea of aging became more tangible when I constantly started engaging with knowledge, observing changes, and understanding the fragility of things on a deeper level. It’s not just about the number of years but what those years do to you, your body, your senses, your ability to create and experience fully.
The thought of limitations creeping in is so terrifying.