Some musings on introversion, agoraphobia, asperger’s and sensitivity.
It might be that I’m not really an introvert.
It’s because the world and its attractions doesn’t hold much appeal.
It might be that I’m not really a house hermit.
It’s just my aversion to factory farming conditions.
I think that I don’t have asperger’s.
It’s because I confused myself with constantly changing cultures and languages.
I suspect that I wasn’t born rootless and to float from here to there,
I suspect that all the anchors had been removed.
I think that deep inside sensitivity there is a reserve of strength that is real,
And that if you find it and train it, it becomes a shield.