Sometimes, oftentimes, I’d wonder why. Why was I so awkward, so different, so quiet, so damned shy? I’d go through life wanting to avoid the stilted conversations, the dialogue that barely went beyond the obligatory “How are you?” “Good, thanks,”, and a cheery but weak-willed, “That’s good!”, knowing that it wouldn’t go much further than this point, this query and mildly obvious revelation.
Would I ever become comfortable enough in myself to mix easily with other people: strangers, unknown beings? Or would I be forever in discomfort, eyes begging for a means of escape, where I could go without needing to be obvious about my need to be alone and contemplate?
But then new experiences came along, fresh
faces, different names, all a whirlwind of growing conversations and
opportunities, explosions of learned moments within my mind. And I became more
comfortable, at ease with myself and others, although I never learned to be
completely as secure and comfy as I did with myself as the other.
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