Quietly sussing you out since day one

“She’s so quiet.”,

“You don’t talk much, do you?”

I’ve heard it my whole life — whispers, observations, passing comments that somehow feel like tiny spotlights aimed at my silence. And you know what? They’re not wrong. Sometimes, I am quiet. But not in the way people always assume.

Since I was a kid, I’ve always kept to myself. I liked to watch, observe, and soak everything in. While other kids would jump into the action, I was there standing back and taking mental notes. I was a little shy too, but being quiet felt natural, like I was protecting myself from something that at the time I was maybe a bit scared of.

These days, I’m still that way. Quiet, private. A little mysterious, maybe. But not because I don’t have anything to say — trust me, I have plenty — it’s just that I don’t feel the need to share every piece of myself with everyone. My silence has kind of been a form of self-protection, a way to protect my peace in a world that often wants to intrude.

When I meet new people, I tend to hang back at first. I don’t think it’s all the time, maybe it depends on who I’m meeting, but generally I tend to hang back. Just watching. Feel out the vibe. I’ve literally told people before, “I’m sussing out what I’m about to deal with.” And even though I can say it in a jokingly way, it’s true. I don’t hand out my energy or trust for free — it’s earned. Call it intuition, or just being cautious. Either way, it’s how I move.

That being said, I always try to pair that quietness with a sense of warmth. I know what it’s like to feel shut out or unsure around someone new, and that’s never the energy I want to give off. I’m not distant on purpose — it just takes a minute to settle in and get a feel for things.

But here’s the part people don’t always see coming: once I’m comfortable with you, really comfortable, that quiet shell starts to crack. Suddenly I’m loud, opinionated, and maybe even a little wild. There’s a wild side under the calm exterior — but you’ve got to stick around to meet her.

So yes, I’m quiet. But that doesn’t mean I’m not alive, passionate, or full of fire. And I’m a fire sign, so yeah… you take that however you want.

My quiet is intentional. It’s observant. It’s protective. And sometimes, it’s just peaceful.

Because not everything loud is powerful. And not everything soft is small.

Some of us are just out here…

quietly sussing you out since day one.