Love

I’ll admit that I’m an introvert. Somebody who’d rather be alone. Completing some task by myself. I enjoy being that way but at other times I wish I was more of an extrovert. Somebody who is naturally friendly and needs companions. To be that someone who people feel comfortable to confide in and get advice. Therefore, in the mold of a typical introvert, I found it interesting to read on the subject of friendship.

I read this article once about an American who went to the island of Crete and was conversing with one of the natives of the island. A translation problem came up. The Cretian had been reading some Western literature and was confused by the term “making love” and wanted this American to explain it to him. Rather sheepishly, the man had to explain how we use the term “making love”.