Funny Introvert Memes Novels & Stories

Do I look like a monster? I lived my life spending more time in my room, with no one around. Sometimes, I spend my time playing games with my brother or with my maids. But mostly, I lock myself up in my room, doing stuffs like reading books, but sometimes, I just focus my eyes on the ceiling, thinking about things. I am an introverted person who never wanted to go on crowds and public places. I hate it, honestly. I even hate school, but I have to finish my studies. I want my parents to acknowledge me. There are times when I thought, hoped and wished that I could be an extraverted person. I want to have friends. It's just that fear has taken over me. I was so scared that my friends will betra

We were inseparable since primary school and college will be the very first time we will be apart from each other. Melody is the most serious one in our group. She always sticks to schedule and hates wasting time. Therefore, she always gives me lecture about how precious her time is and for me to be considerate and be early for once. Which I tried but unfortunately failed always. Jasmin on the other hand is the happy go lucky one. She smiles a lot and always brings positive vibes to us. And I am the introvert one who hates parties and wants to just stay at home all day and read books in the comfort of my room.

"Make it punchy, Carlin. We're not just serving tea here." Carlin rolled her eyes but followed his advice, weaving words that ignited curiosity and sparked outrage. Vasky, in his element, enhanced the content with his signature memes. As he clicked away on his laptop, he couldn't help but mutter, "Memes are the modern hieroglyphics, after all." ‌

When her younger brother was munching Doritos, her sister Evangeline yelled. I looked at my appearance in the mirror and I just wanted to be swallowed by the ground out of humiliation. I haven’t been able to tidy up myself yet, and then we had a guest, and my sister Evangeline is yelling despite seeing a teacher lecturing in front of her. I just want to vanish like a bubble. Why is this occurring in my life daily? I’m going to die of embarrassment. Unfortunately, I was an introvert who was born into an extrovert household.

I taunted him. "Nothing is enough," he huffed. "Should I break your skull or chop off your finger? And then, you can imagine the 'oh ho ho ho' tone in your mind in the background," I jokingly threatened him. (Oh ho ho ho is a song that's widely used as a meme for depicting sad or fucked up situations in India) "What the fuck? I am upset and crying over here and you're imagining about a meme in such a serious situation?" He complained.

She was feeling so frustrated. Christopher was just watching Chichi while she was whining at him. ‘So, these human girls are like this? They kept on nagging. It is so annoying!’ Christopher thought. He shook his head. “No, it is not like that. I just feel annoyed to be in the center of attention.” Christopher replied. Chichi just sighed and looked away. “I guess, you are an introvert.” Chichi murmured but Christopher heard it. He then checked with his system what introvert means. ‘Ah, I see.’ He thought as his system gave the definition. He then nodded at Chichi. “Yes, I am an introvert, I don’t want to be seen or to be with many people. I just want to be with you.’ Christopher said and pret

"Is something's happened? Why do you look happy?" "Of course, it's because you're back, how could I not be happy?....... I don't like the people here, I preferred to be with you." "Pfftt...." Marigold almost burst to laugh."You said, they're boring, then what about me? You know I'm an introvert, right?"

"Chainsaw?" "Yes," he said. "Do you not know that introverts go about with chainsaws hidden under their pants? Because it is unsocietal, they keep it locked in, waiting for sufficient trigger. But, maybe if you have met more people, had fun, and understood how people work, you won't get to pull your saw when humans annoy you." "That's scary the way you paint it," Elena commented, having no idea where exactly he was going with this. "It's true you're an artist."

There were another few dozen texts, all along the same lines and starting around the time I’d met Zane. Could they be from Scott? Maybe. They might also be from anyone else whose name began with “S,” or any other letter. You couldn’t tell anything from online names, except sometimes that someone had a sense of humor or when they put their ideology in their name, like KillAllHumans142. I went back to my main feed and found a photo of Jordan giving his brief speech, along with a few-dozen comments about his age and declaring him attractive. It seemed harmless. It was there, however, that I found a meme I greatly disliked. It showed my face on a white wolf’s body with wings. The wolf was also d

It was like someone had loosened a knot that I did not know was there. By the next week the messages stretched longer. She started sending memes that was about anxiety brain fog. A cartoon character that was staring blankly at the wall with the caption “when your thoughts are buffering.” I laughed out loud in my kitchen. The sound made even me surprised. I replied with a crying laughing emoji and then I added. “Too real.”