It is so easy to forget oneself when removed from those whom we are most comfortable with and whom we inevitably most emulate. As I have been cloaked in this comfort for the past nine months, this fact has escaped me and I have grown strong, confident, and falsely brave. So I step out into the freezing November morning remembering nothing but the warm Augest ones that have preceded it and find myself shocked and betrayed by the nipping wind; 'next time I won't be so brave' I think to myselfas I wrap a few more layers onto my shivering skin. Next time perhaps, I won't even go outside at all.
It's a metaphor you see.
When I am with certain people who I have grown so accustomed to over the past school year, I feel confident and happy. I feel as if I have something to offer people, I feel wanted and deserved. HOwever, the second I step into a new surrounding I remember who I've been more commonly in life: an inconfident, questioning, terrified little girl.
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