Dear Extrovert,

Once again, you stand before me with excitement in your voice and body about something you have heard about or seen today. As I wait patiently for you to finish your deposition, I find myself becoming increasingly electrified with what you are describing. Ideas begin to build and I start connecting neural pathways in my brain that has never been established previously. I question to myself why oh why have I never seen it in this way before? My mind erupts with mental ecstasy and amidst this cognitive apotheosis, you have concluded the description of the concept. I respond to the thread of thought without the vocal ferocity in which you have displayed. My actions are lack luster to you and I see a hint of disappointment in your eyes. As this is not my first time experiencing this, your desire of me was to scream and jump out of my shoes in pure thrill. This is where the distinction lies in introverts and extroverts. You are wondering why I am not getting more passionate but the fact is, I am. You simply cannot see it because it is internally bursting in explosions of clarity but will not reach the outside world in its original veracity. I promise that I am comparably fascinated with the subject of conversation but I exhibit the feeling within the boundaries of my own body. Do not let this underwhelming-to-expectation, external reaction cease these marvelous conversations. You and I are both enamored with the world around us but choose to present the enthusiasm differently.

With love,

Introvert