The Cornerstone of Introvertness
When I was young, I had a place. I was the one who always got picked on. I was the cousin who was always made fun of. I was the kid in school no one really wanted to play with. I was the person at the lunch table that no one noticed was sick that day. I was the person who was forgotten when making invitations. It started at such an early age that sometimes I ask myself: “Which came first, the chicken or the egg?” Did I become such an introvert, with such disgraceful self-esteem because of how everyone around me treated me, or did people feel they could treat me that way because I led them to believe it because I wouldn’t stick up for myself, because I didn’t think I was worth it? So many decisions in your life come down to those first years, and your foundations. How would my life have been different? Where would I be now? Do I really want to know?