In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Cringe-Worthy.”
I’m not a shy person. Nor am I quiet. I am a loud person with a ridiculous amount of misplaced energy. And yet, to strangers, I come off as a very introverted, shy person. Which, if you truly know me, is absurd. But I guess that misguided impression comes from my fear of confrontation. When I feel comfortable, especially around my best friends, I usually have trouble shutting up. But around people I am unfamiliar with, I freeze. Being assertive is not something I am good at. I will exhaust all possibilities to avoid talking with anybody. I will make something hard out of a simple task because of my fear and refusal to ask for help. Most people associate somebody who refuses to ask others for help as someone with too much pride, but that is not my issue (granted I am not perfect and can be quite arrogant). I cringe at having to expose the fact that I am completely clueless with certain things, and require assistance. As a student, I would often times go home with no idea how to complete an assignment because I refused to ask a question. I feared embarrassing myself in front of the whole class, more than I feared the consequences of taking home a bad grade. Mainly, my problem lies with my elders. Especially when I was younger, talking to anybody older than me, even older by only a few years, was enough to make me cringe.