Acceptance.

I find myself trying to find a category for myself often. Am I an introvert? Am I an extravert? Or perhaps even an ambivert? These are questions I ask myself on an almost daily basis and I end up with different answers everytime I ask myself these questions.

Hello there, I'm the Earthian.

But today, I want to ask myself "Does it even matter?". Because I have started to feel like it really doesn't matter. I could be an introvert or an extravert and still be just as irrelevant as I already am. And frankly, I don't think anybody else cares either.
You see, while there maybe some sort of a satisfaction to actually find a category that we fit into, when it comes to the bigger picture I think our category is just another facade that we put up to cover our insecurities and our weaknesses. Like me, I think, sometimes I hide behind the fact that I am an introvert to protect myself from doing things that I just am not comfortable with. I sometimes use the branding that is being introverted to drive myself away from things that I could be doing but I'm not doing because I just am not that bothered to do it. I use the term 'introvert' basically as a sorry excuse for who I am, because honestly, if I were truly an introvert I wouldn't be fazed by the guilt of not taking part in activities that I actually have always wanted to.
And there is the extraverted side of me. The side that very rarely pops out but is there in me nevertheless. It pops out when I'm in the perfectly friendly and non hostile environment that just basically hands me everything I'm looking for.
And then there are times when I find myself being unsure of the side of the scale I tip towards.

Maybe it's just me. Maybe it isn't. But I really don't think it matters. What does matter though, as I have come to realize, is being true to myself.

Lots of love, peace.