Quiet ≠ Weak

 

I’m not sure how to say it, but being an observer just feels more like me. Even back in elementary, I already knew I’d rather just sit back than be the focus. I’d usually just pass the answer to someone else instead of being the one to speak up.

But there was this one time in high school where I was walking into class and this girl and her friends laughed, asking if Elaine and I had reviewed our notes. I forgot what else she was yapping about, but I remember how it felt. You just know that look when someone is laughing at your expense.

Elaine and I were introverts, and we honestly looked like total pushovers, haha. But then, I just told them to test me on the spot. After four or five questions, she realized she was barking up the wrong tree. 

Anyway, it all turned out fine. Cynthia and I weren’t exactly friends, but she’d always smile at me from then on.