Introverts Overanalyze Situations Because We Are Afraid Of Not Being Prepared For All Eventualities

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One of the reasons introverts spend so much time by themselves, and in their heads, is because they are spending a lot of their time in overanalyze mode, and overthinking. We do this, not necessarily because it’s enjoyable in any shape or form. It’s not as if we like to spend time suffering in our mental prisons.

It’s because we are scared of what will happen if we are not prepared for all the freaking eventualities that could possibly come our way. 

Honestly though, if you asked us straight up, we would tell you that logically we know that we can never ever be prepared for all possible eventualities, and we know that no matter how hard we try, we cannot fight against the inevitable passing of out-of-out-control situations. We know all of that. We are not delusional. Well, not completely.

But it feels comfortable to spend time in our heads, in overanalyze mode, pretending like we are preparing for all of the possible worst-case scenarios out there. It feels like instead of wasting our time waiting for something terrible to happen, we are imagining up all of the terrible situations in our head, and thus, we are better prepared for something terrible when it does happen. 

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My Extroverted Friends Know That I Am An Introvert And What That Entails

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I used to be ashamed of being an introvert for such a long time. I guess, that was all necessary, in order to grow into the person I have become now, who gives zero apologies for who I am, and what I want. 

But when I was younger, I used to assume that my introverted nature was something to hide – like a dirty disease that everyone would point their finger at, and laugh. I assumed that I had to behave like everyone else in my school and at home. 

It seemed like everyone else around me loved being around people all the time, no matter what time of day, or how long it had been since they had been alone. 

All of that stuff seemed to matter only to me. 

I was the weird one. Therefore, I had to be the one who had to hide my oddity. 

I had to hide it away into a box, and pretend to fit in with all of the extroverts around me. 

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