I don't see anything attractive about me, physically, emotionally, or personality-wise. I can't imagine why anyone would WANT to be with me.
We've all thought it at one point or another. Or most of us anyway. To feel wanted
is a mind-boggling experience.
- What do my friends find so wonderful about me that they'd want to waste their time being with me?
- Why do they care?- What did I do to deserve their sympathy and support when I'm down?
- What's so beautiful about me that makes this/these guy(s) want to kiss me and be with me?
- Why do shy people look up to me as a role model?
I'm as shy and self-concious
as the rest of them. I've had people describe me as "outgoing
," and I just can't fathom it. I suppose I do
talk a lot with people, and try to be friendly... but outgoing? I've always thought of myself as a bystander
(probably from years of torment by my peers
through elementary and junior highschool). But then, I turn around to hear one of my friends say she wishes she were more like me- had real friends
, who wouldn't leave; could be at social ease
; could have someone genuinely care
Someone genuinely cares about me? My friends aren't going to one day tire of me and leave my side? I'm at social ease
Throughout my life, it's seemed that no one stood by me
, even the people who I thought "genuinely cared" for me. I've always been stronger by myself
. I talk in groups and say what I think
- that doesn't mean people like me
. What good is being social, if you're apprehensive
about it? Okay, so to be honest, I've trained myself. Trained myself not to care
what people think about me. Trained myself not to take anything for granted
(ie- I don't ASSUME
that anyone likes me, and I don't need
- it's only a nice luxury
). Trained myself to at least try
to be outgoing.
All during highschool and even more so the many years before, I was a shy girl
who huddled by her lonesome
, sometimes with a few close friends, and never spoke up or did anything for herself. It's a cycle you can't break
. Once a group of people have a perception
of you, it tends to stick, clinging to you infinitely. Thank god I came to college
. I met wonderful people here who actually listened
to what I had to say, and treated me as an equal
. Amazing. Yet I still hold on to these insecurities
It's funny- one of my friends told me the same basic thing, and I boggled and told her that I couldn't imagine why anyone would not
want to be with her. Then, when I told her how I sometimes feel the same way, she parrotted
my reply back to me. Perhaps we all view ourselves the same
, and we all view others the same way they view us. So, suppose we all put aside our insecurities and let ourselves believe
each other? It's a defense mechanism
, these insecurities- but what a fine world it would be if we could make them disappear