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That Time Being Too Introverted Hurt Someone’s Feelings
It changed me…just a little
I often write about the joy of finally having a word for what I am. I embrace my shyness and HSP-ness(Highly Sensitive Person). I use these terms as excuses to not go on family trips, mall outings, large, crowded areas and anything involving public speaking where I have to stand in front of said crowds.
But strangely enough, I have been thinking of the times when people counted on me and I just wasn’t available.
I’m talking about those who truly needed me, and I became aloof or stand-offish — and proud of it. I did not weep at night over not being able to help them when they needed it, because I am who I am.
Unfortunately, my heart is lanced through. I feel cut. Sad. Humbled.
I don’t know if it’s because I am older and somewhat wiser, or God finally gave this Tin Woman a heart. Either way, I recall the time someone needed me to tutor them or at the very least, help them understand some short stories given as an assignment in college.
The girl was very nice and was a foreign exchange student. Very soft-spoken like myself but less reserved. More assertive. She approached me one day.
“Hey, Erica. I see you know a lot about these stories and always answer…
