I’ve always considered it a peculiar stereotype that only introverts have social anxiety; wouldn’t an extrovert, that is, one who depends more on their relationships for contentment, be more inclined to experience the fear associated with being perceived negatively by their peers?
I had misidentified myself as an introvert for this reason when I was younger, causing me to misunderstand myself on a really fundamental level. If I experience “social anxiety”, it’s because I place a significant value on my relationships, not because I innately prefer reclusion.
Granted, one could also argue that an extrovert would have more experience with people, given their relationships being of greater priority, and so they would have established the security of anticipation regarding certain personalities, how to navigate social ques, etc.
Of course, “introversion” and “extroversion” are both merely general inclinations, rather than rigid behavioral blueprints we’re perpetually bound to; felt it was some culturally relevant food for thought though.
You were born with potential.
You were born with goodness and trust. You were born with ideals and dreams. You were born with greatness.
You were born with wings.
You are not meant for crawling, so don’t.
You have wings.
Learn to use them and fly.
There is something infantile in the presumption that somebody else has a responsibility to give your life meaning and point… The truly adult view, by contrast, is that our life is as meaningful, as full and as wonderful as we choose to make it.
Of anyone who denied the gods one expected anything: he was automatically the most fearsome human being, whom no community could suffer because he tore out the roots of fear on which the community had grown.