It never fails to amuse me how extroverts manage to stay hyped roughly 900 minutes each day. How do people who claim themselves as being the 'life of the party' keep themselves smiling all the time without being concerned with their own personal struggles.
Does it have something to do with not getting enough attention?
How long do they actually say that they are enjoying this act and confirm that it doesn't border on pretentiousness already?
Sometimes being someone like that is such a burden because you can't shift moods and become a downer to everybody. There is so much to put up front that showing the littlest hint of vulnerability is the greatest disaster. Oversight leads us to conclude that they are not carrying pockets full of shitload and everything is just easy for them and they simply don't understand what sadness means. At the end of a party when everybody goes home, do they feel refreshed that they've kept people spirits up or do they end up being shot with the reality of things?
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