Aneurysm in Identitiy

I am an introvert by textbook definition. In a crowded party you'd find me in some arbitrary corner contemplating how I ended up in this very place while the world around me is filled with laughter and socializing. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy being an introvert. People have a funny way of feeling sorry for you when your isolated and alone. Every now and then this would be some random girl who has stood out from the crowd for as long as she can remember, looking for a kindred soul and some self pity.

By the laws of probability and experience it would last a grand two days before we both realize the fallacy the mutual connection was based on and would move on to our respective roles in society. She would once again become the populist center of attention and the envy of most girls while I would revert back to the introvert I would always be.

Knowing all this you'd expect all those around me to be introverts like myself. On the contrary apart from one very significant character in my story, none of them seem to display any introvert-like traits. It would seem I have taken introvertism one step up in surrounding myself by a truly extrovert universe.

Most people describe life as a house, where each waking moment you spend looking out of a window at the world about you. I on the other hand seem to be locked out of my own house. I am forced to looking into my own life through a window as I live my life seemingly in the third person.