You all see me as a bubbly, smiling, giggling social butterfly. You see me flit from person to person, talking to anyone about anything and never getting bored. You see me always up for any challenge, ready to take on the world. You see me laughing constantly and wonder how someone could always be so happy. You see me as the epitome of the extrovert that I am. What you don’t see is the small introvert side that I still possess. You don’t see the loneliness or insecurity that I choose to hide. You don’t see the other side of me, but I’m ready to confess that side to you.

I am not always happy.

This may seem hard to believe. You never see me without my dazzling smile, right? Even when I’m mad I still seem happy with the world. This isn’t true. I may be a true extrovert, but I have my moments of sadness, too.

Sometimes, I would rather be alone.

Yes, I love people and yes I love being around them, but sometimes I would rather be alone. My social butterfly spirit gets dim just like everyone else’s and in those times, I need to retreat just like everyone else.

I get insecure too.

I know I always seem extremely confident. I always walk and talk with purpose, but I feel insecure just like everyone else.

I know I’m not invincible.

Shocking, I know. I am always up for any challenge and act like nothing can touch me, but I know that’s not the case. Believe it or not, I see my weakness far more clearly than most; I just choose to push them to their limits instead of letting them get the best of me.

Risks still scare me.

Always being up for anything makes me seem like the ultimate risk-taker. I don’t let much get in my way and pride myself on taking risks when I can. I still get scared to do this. From the smallest to the largest risk there is, I still get scared when its time to take that leap.

People still make me nervous.

All of the introverts in my life seem to think that anything in a social setting is right up my alley. I’m always the one volunteered to go talk to the cute guy or ask that girl where she got her shirt. Situations like this still make me nervous. I get apprehensive just like you do in these situations; I just choose to push ahead.

So now the truth is out. All of us extroverts have the same fears and insecurities that you do. I still pride myself on being an extrovert and will wear that title with pride, but don’t be fooled, I feel your pain. I know you find it scary when paired with a self-proclaimed social butterfly, but just keep in mind that we feel the same way. I confess, we all have an introvert side, too.