A friend commented recently that I don’t reveal much of myself. I guess that’s true to a certain extent. A lot of what I’ve been through, I think only those who were with me would know about it. Actually, majority of the girls I’ve come to know has said that at first glance, they all thought I was a good boy. Course, sadly they were mistaken.
Personally, I prefer to know more about those around me than for me to tell others about me. It’s not that I don’t like to tell others about me, I just rather conversations not be about me. Maybe it’s because I was famous in school for being a teacher’s son. I’ve never liked the limelight, never did like being the center of attention. I’d rather help others reach the limelight.
Don’t get me wrong; I love to interact and the know more people. I just aren’t very talkative. So, it’s a learning process as I learn to hold conversations. Course, it doesn’t help that I like it to be one-way. I really am not very comfortable just talking about me and my life simply because I don’t feel that it’s significant. Or rather, very few of it was significant to talk about.
Course, that means that others don’t really get to know the whole me. They don’t really know what I’ve done, where I’ve been, who I’ve met or what I’ve gone through. Added with the fact that I don’t really have a group of friends who stuck with me through everything I did… well, you know the result.
I don’t know. How should I be more open? Should I talk more about myself? That’s very, very, very hard. Or should I involve friends in more parts of my life? Oh well…
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