Whenever I write something, anything, I know deep down inside the only people who'll actually open and read it are either awesome and supportive people, folks who don't know me very well, or people who want to amuse themselves. How do I know this? Because quite frankly, I was the same way. It wasn't until a few months ago where I learned that being negative about the success of others only hurts me as well.
I’ve been made fun of and laughed at for joining a clubs and classes that help me develop confidence, communication, and leadership skills. I get made fun of for the books I order online or get strange looks from others when I tell them: “Oh, I love writing.”“I read a lot!”Or, “I listen to podcasts.”- [...]
I read this in the morning on my way to work. The post needed some attention, so I stopped to read it over a few more times. In my head, I could only conjure up a few words:
Introverted Intellect
