“Only be an open book for those who are willing to dust off the pages just to get a better look.”
Honestly, I tend to be quiet because I don’t feel as if what I have to say is important to most people.
When I do speak, I am usually talked over or brushed off. Not constantly, but enough to make me want to shut people out.
Sometimes, I get overly excited because of a fond memory or a random idea that suddenly gives me life. I tend to want to share those feelings out loud. I love to share excitment!
So, when I do and I am not given the response I had hoped for, I automatically assume that what I have to say doesn’t matter to whomever I’m speaking with.
I feel invisible at times and that’s not okay especially if the people making me feel that way are constantly expecting me to be interested in what they have to say.
So, I’d rather just sit here and be quiet.
I’d rather wait until I’m surrounded by the few that love to listen and interact with me as much as I do with them.
I love people who genuinely show interest. Those are my kind of people.