I used to think I was shy. Just quiet, reserved and all the buzz words.

Then I noticed something strange.
Whenever someone asked me a question, I wasn't answering them.

I was searching.

Searching for the “right answer”.

The impressive answer.


The answer that would make me look a certain way my ego wanted to be perceived.

I wasn't speaking.

I was performing.

The scary part?

I had been doing it for so long that I thought it normal.

Now I wonder how much of what we call "personality" is actually conditioning we never questioned.

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