Why I have not been revising, omfg
Now that I have finally culled an RSS feed reader from the internet, I shall be conferring GREAT POXES on sites without RSS feeds, howdareyou. </geek>
During times of uterine shedding, I am like a knotted tornado of emotions, thoroughly disposed towards conferring said great poxes with great abandon.
Here is how jogging in secluded places is gratifying for the monastic: a good 90% of the people you meet on the way will be recluses, just like you. On a semi-daily basis, I toil to the very top of a modest hill a ways outside the town, where there are two benches rooted stoically into the ground, faced off in different directions, nearly 10 metres apart. Seating arrangements for the introverted, I like to think.
On average, there will be no one there when I reach the top. Yesterday there were two people, one on each bench (this brings the average up slightly, which will gnaw at me if it proves to be a trend) - a man and a woman, wildly distant, exhaling introversion from every pore. Summer sky stretched like tarpaulin overhead, pulled taut and white at the horizons. Silence pummelled by high winds. Below, gentle lolling hills and the town sprawled at our feet. Enough to fill the eyes and minds of three hermetic people gulping in the solitude.
I especially like when our eyes inadvertently meet, and there's that small flicker of understanding, the small nod that says 'me too'.
There's another code amongst introverts - your space is your space. I lay on the grass, way behind them, and watched a tiny white dot inch across the blue. I thought about some small child in the window seat of that plane, his chubby face pressed to the window, whispering urgently for his mother to come quickly, there's a girl down there trying to squash us between her fingers.
Also, sometimes I roll down the hill instead of walking down, which, if you should happen to reside around, on or in a moderately-sized hill, I highly recommend. Introvert or not, children should be indulged - yes, even and especially when there are adults grafted over them.
If the sky would stop being such an irresistable shade of blue, every evening, I would ace these damned exams.