I think….. rinkedydink… I think that arrogance is maybe a mask of self-doubt.

I think that confidence is something… I think that I can’t assume that everyone who appears confident is actually so. I think fake it to make it. I think that I know how cripplingly shy inside I am and yet put me in any place I’ll be the first to stand tallest and walk towards you with a smile though only I know how much I’m hating it, it would be unfair and unjust for me to let you know how much I’m hating meeting you.

we can’t assume that everyone who appears confident is not just acting confident. no one needs to know how shy we are inside. what are they going to do with that information? pity us? exploit us? look after us like we are precious?

my upbringing says when you cry nobody comes. so I’ll be confident because it’s just the way to get things done. And I’m very convicing at it too.

”In the heat of the moment, under pressure, I fold. My inner resources desert me. Potential negatives start to take over like ghoulish gremlins. My heart starts to pump furiously, dry mouth and vocal chords begin to sound like a highly strung hyena. I become a fumbling mess, a chicken with its head cut off, a Mr. Magoo”

describes it exactly for me on the inside.

when there is someone who is more confident than I am=- I am happy to step down and let them have their limelight – it’s like their need is greater than mine.