I proud myself in being the right proportion between introverted and extroverted. I am at ease talking to new (and not so new) people and I do get energy form it, but I also enjoy my time alone quite a lot.

Today that played against me as I ran into a person I scarcely knew (I did not even remember his name) on the bus stop waiting for my same bus. I had never even talked to him one to one, but rather within a group, so I was faced with a difficult choice: did I want to talk to him, even though it was going to be supremely awkward, or did I just wave and then completely ignore him, possibly using a phone in which I do not even have an Internet browser, let alone anything that could so entertain me as cover?

I would normally go for the second one, as bus time is sacred time (it was the world-famous 20:36 bus). I even had my playlist for the trip prepared. But, in a daring act of bravery I decided that conversation was the right thing to do.

And it turned out to be delightful. Chit-chat was first (unfortunately it always is), but we got deep into very interesting topics, most related to languages and their geopolitic origins. I actually enjoyed the conversation, even if I did not get to see the city at night, and even if (at times) it got a bit awkward.

I still do not know his name (though I will endeavor to find it), but it was quite nice, and it showed me that sometimes talking to other people is nicer than being in my bubble, and that adventure calls when you least expect it, and one must be prepared to take on it.