This girl came to my hostel room the other day. She stayed for one night, and when I returned the next day, she was gone. Actually, she was not gone – she just changed rooms. We saw again in the elevator and she avoided eye contact and talking. We both knew what was going on.
I have to say, I got a little hurt by her actions, because she was afraid of me for some reason.
That got me thinking about the times that I would have hurt others because I was afraid of them. The times that I avoided them because I was afraid. Because they appeared a certain way, because they were hot, ugly or black (yeah, I know), wearing certain things, has tattoo etc.
Or merely because of my social anxiety, by thinking there is something wrong with me, that I am not good enough – all those times I avoided people.
Sometime back I was talking to this girl at a conference about my fear of women, that I am afraid to talk to women, she […]