Sometimes I feel like I push myself out of my comfortable little world in the hopes of successfully becoming more extroverted. It seems like that is the ideal, really.. that life could just be easier if I were able to just function with a little more ease in a more outward direction.
I've been successful, at times, of really pushing myself. In the end, however, I always end up feeling completely displaced from myself, usually over some small switch in my consciousness. I get angry at the world, throw up my hands, search around me quite franticly, looking for something to grasp onto that I actually enjoy.. and end with falling into a heap on the floor.
When I pick myself up, I realize that I'm just never going to make it happen. Why is changing myself in some other direction really that important anyway? When I'm comfortable in myself, as I am, I'm happy. My inner world is a very rich one... why shove it aside in pursuit of something more?
I'm leaving this open ended for a reason..