I’m a flaming extrovert who loves solitude and my own company. I could tolerate days inside my little cell, impervious to any external human stimulation, and still thrive. After leaving school, it didn’t change much. I just added work on the equation but I still read voraciously and suffer from occasional staircase wit in that little space.
This post was supposed to be of the things that I learned and achieved this year. But an all-encompassing story wouldn’t hurt either. What’s the last day of the year anyway but a reflection of one’s self?
“So, I boarded the bus, sat close to the window next to an old man holding a chicken. When my esteemed window didn’t offer much but dirt and slab of concrete, I observed the chaos inside the old bus. All kindness and humanity emanating from a crowded, rickety ride “