Extraverts, Introverts, and the world

Definitions used in the blog post:

Introvert: Someone who gets energy from being by themselves.

Extravert: Someone who gets energy from being with people.

For the first fifteen or so years of my life, I viewed myself as an introvert. I viewed myself as someone who was socially awkward and who didn’t know how to talk to anyone.

I’m now sixteen. I’m realising there is a thing called independence, and I didn’t know about it before. For the last few weeks, I’ve been out among the world in Christchurch, doing whatever I want, whenever I want. It’s made me think about who I am as a person.

As I walk and bus around the city coming in contact with people, interacting with them, I realise something about myself. I’m not just an introvert. I’m also an extravert. I get energy from interacting with people, just like I get energy from being alone.

There has been this stereotypical Daniel that I try to live up to. He’s that quiet guy in the corner. He doesn’t like talking to people. He’s a listener, not a talker.

Maybe that was me years ago, but I can now not go on like that. I’m not a quiet guy in the corner. I’m an extravert. I like being with people. I like moving around. And scary as it is, I like talking to people. I’ve been stepping out of my comfort zone these last weeks, and I challenge you to do the same. Do you view yourself as an introvert? Are you actually? One of the main reasons I viewed myself as an introvert was because some of my family are quiet people. If I was an extrovert, what would they think of me?

I’m a person who likes being liked. If I’m the odd one out, what will people think of me?

That’s where masks come in. Over the years, I have picked up the ability to wear masks. And I’ve become very good at it. I put on my introvert mask and went around like that. I’d have a different mask for everything I go to. I would find the atmosphere of things I went to and then get a mask for that occasion.

But I realise now that it’s been hindering me, not helping me. If I want to reach my full potential, I need to let the masks go, and embrace my extravertness.

It’s hard. But it has to be done.

It is done!

Hey guys! I’ve been away at an awesome Kid’s Camp, so I couldn’t post updates of the dragon.

Note; The dragon was made for this camp, and it survived with only a few broken teeth and a rip in a wing. I’m impressed.

Without further ado, here is the dragon in all its glory.


If you people with dragon eyes can see the indents on the trailing edge of the dragon’s wing, you can see black around the indents. That was made with real fire. I lit the dragon on fire, then quickly snuffed it out.

What can I say? I’m a pyromaniac.

This is what the head looks like, before and after.

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Doesn’t that look cool?

If you want anymore photos, just ask. Ask and you will receive.



The dragon has wings

So, you wanted to see the wings, did you?

Here you are.



The wings are old bedsheets with are dipped in PVA glue. They are spread over the wings and left to dry.

Note: I am a failure at waiting for glue to dry, so these wings are not dry yet. xD My brother didn’t know that before he put it on his shoulders.




And yes, it was designed to fit around your shoulders like that! I’m really pleased with how it is turning out.

Now come the detail paper maché. All the scales, breastplates, facial details go on now. The dragon is going to jump to life!



For the upcoming Kid’s camp, I decided to make a dragon because of the Knights and Princesses themed day.

I found a new recipe for paper maché glue, which is so much stronger than the one I used to use.

This is the dragon as of now.

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And this is what my workspace looks like.


All in all, I’ve enjoyed making this dragon. Now comes the cloth maché skin. Basically the same as paper maché, but with cloth.

Oh, and you can make one of these dragons as well! Go to papermacheblog.com.  There’s great build alongs there. I recommend looking at this one.


My Abused Right Hand.

In my line of hobbies, you have a few that involve different tools. And if you haven’t use tools for awhile, your hands start to degrade.

After splitting wood with an axe, cutting through a stump with a saw, chiseling out multiple letters and stabbing myself with a crust of bread, this is what my hand looks like.

Prepare yourself.

Watch out.

danielsampson1122.wordpress.com is not responsible for any injuries that occour from people falling or fainting once they have seen the following pictures.

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Beautiful, right?

The main popped blister on my palm is where the end of a chisel goes when you’re using it. The blister underneath my little finger is from using an axe, the one under my first and second fingers is from an saw, the little one on my thumb is from stabbing myself with a crust of bread. The cut on my thumb and on the heel is from a piece of wood that had a sharp bit on it. And finally the ugly looking blister on my thumb is from the axe as well.

🙂 What beautiful ornaments are on your hands?