Growing up, I was always the quiet type. While others would make uncontrollable noises in random public forums like the McDonalds Playpen or the school Jungle Gym, I preferred to "save" my noise for a better moment. As if I had limited noise availability. As such, I was labelled an introvert.

The word introvert is peculiar to me. I always think back to my days of high school French, where vert was French for green. So does that mean that an introvert is someone who is green inside? Like the Hulk? I feel the urge to flex my pulsating muscles and watch my shirt shred into tiny pieces. But I digress

My parents would always say to me, "I wonder what is going on inside that head of yours?"

"Well, blood flow and brain activity I'm sure." OK, maybe I did not verbalize that, but that was what I was thinking. It always seemed an odd question to me.

As time passed, I realized I would need to take steps in my life to open up, like a pretty flower, like a great looking, Tom-Cruise-ish pretty flower that smelled good and all the chicks wanted. I could do that. I saw Cocktail, I know his game! Speaking of Tom, you ever notice that in almost all his movies, there is a scene where he is running? Think about it and get back to me.

So a good way to open up is to share my many thoughts. I know nobody is reading this, but somehow it feels therapeutic. I had to google therapeutic to make sure I spelled it right. Does that make me a bad person?

OK, time to be quiet again.