I felt so useless as I stood there. My levels of discomfort rose so high that I could hardly breathe and as I went back to my seat, I air stabbed myself in the heart.
Try as I may, I fail miserably at filling in pauses of group conversations. Do I think too much? Am I slow? Or is it simply not my nature to blabber?
It is like being a relationship. It involves communication. An exchange of ideas. And unless you speak out, the other person is not going to know what your thoughts are. Or how you are like.
But the question comes down to how much do you want to be known? Does it really matter to you if the person really knows you? Or thinks any less of you?
Chances are the answer is no.
What matters is that you do things that you are comfortable with. And that you do it your way.
Do not be a second someone else. Be a number one you.
Here's to the eye contact that lingers...
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