My Proclivity?

My proclivity?

Continually looking out for people, who are encompassed by a horde of extroverts but at the same time, encapsulated by an impermeable layer of deafening silence; people, who choose to stay aloof from shenaniganry, fearful of enmeshing themselves into unwonted rivalry; people, who leave the get-togethers before the over-enthusiasts cover up the stage and need no drinks to forget a few names; people, who know how important it is to confide in a chosen few, cherish the raindrops as well as winter dew; people, who seldom smile but smile to keep others happy and people, whom I can call as just-like me.