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.