And one other thing.

My family had the horrible knack of describing me to other people, right in front of me.

“She’s just shy.”


“She’s really clumsy.”

And the one that isn’t so bad:

“She’s so bright.”

Well, folks. Guess what! I became shy. I became clumsy. And damned if I’m not smart.

I became all the things my parents attributed to me as a child.

It’s become a self-fulfilled prophecy that I am still battling.

I have to tell myself I’m not really that shy anymore. I have to tell myself I’m not THAT clumsy.

But I continue to convince myself that I’m smarter than the average… whatever.


I need a cigarette.

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