Tonight at dinner I was reminded how uncomfortable it can be to be an introvert. I got dinner and didn't see anyone I knew in the dining hall, so I sat down sort of near a group of people one of whom I thought looked familiar (but wasn't). They carried on their conversation, about wounds and rounders and whatever, and every once in a while the (cute) girl on the end would look at me and sort of smile, and I would sort of smile back, but I never really said anything. As I left I thought of saying, "It was nice not talking to you."