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The Faceless Man: An Art in Hiding

I spent the majority of my life believing something was wrong with me because I had very little interest in participating in activities those my age were interested in. This was further compounded by a father who thought something was wrong with me because I constantly chose to spend my time indoors, on the computer instead of interacting with people in the “real world”. In fact, he believed so strongly that something was wrong with me, that he would frequently push me to go out and do things despite my protest, and so I learned to appear to be more outgoing and social then I felt. I learned to adapt to my surroundings, fake it until I made it, and ultimately I learned the art of hiding.

It’s an interesting art to learn, somewhat similar to the Faceless Man in Game of Thrones. You learn to strip away your identity and to become what those around you want you to be, what they need you to be. I mastered the art so long ago that sometimes I find myself slipping back into and not realizing it. It’s so easy to fall back on old habits and so easy to pretend, at least it is for me. There was never anyone during my childhood or adolescent years that truly knew me. I was who I needed to be to survive and ultimately it served me well. After all, no one can hurt you if they don’t truly know you, so I made sure no one did.

I can’t say when I started to become more accepting of who I was but I know it was something that happened gradually. I could say that my first love is what changed it all but I’d be lying. If anything my first love was what forced me to see just how much of myself I was hiding. I wanted to be the person he needed and wanted and so I disregarded the things that made me an individual. I put him above anything and everything, most especially above me. It was he and I against the world until it wasn’t. To Be Yourself

And then my world imploded and I was forced to figure out who I was without him. I was forced to really see me and what I had become, and while at the time I felt like my world was ending, as I got stronger and pushed myself up from the rubble left in his wake, I looked in the mirror in disgust. This was not who I wanted to be and somewhere down the line I let a man, no, a boy define me. I become that girl, you know the girl, the one who makes a boy her world not realizing that boy will never do the same for her. It was in the wake of that destruction that I started to change. It fueled me and pushed me to learn what made me, well, me.

Now that I’m older, I have a better understanding of who I am. For a long time during my early twenties, I was often described as an extrovert by those who interacted with me and I was always proud of that fact. I thought it made me a better person and I went out of my way to epitomize everything I thought that meant but as the friends I had in high school started to go their own ways and get involved in things I had zero interest1 in, I realized I was still hiding but to a lesser extent. I was still acting in a manner that people wanted, hiding my less desirable counterparts2 because I wasn’t sure there was anyone in my life that would stick around if they actually knew me.

Ultimately, as time went on, the people that I considered friends become few and far between and my circle of friends dwindled drastically, though if I’m honest, completely. Once I stopped accepting last minute invitations from “friends” who’s plans fell through, those “friends” made less of an effort to keep in contact so I turned to the internet where I found solace, first in the anonymity it provided and then in the connections I made with those that had similar interests who readily embraced the introvert that I spent more than a decade trying to hide.

Now, nearly 2 decades later, I’ve come to accept that I am more introverted than I am extroverted. I no longer force myself into interactions that make me uncomfortable and I have since stopped being what people want me to be. I will never be the girl who enjoys parties, large crowds, or small talk. I won’t ever be the girl who prefers going out drinking during the weekends over staying in to play video games or read.

I am the girl who seeks meaningful conversation over superficial bullshit. I am the girl who prefers to have a small handful of friends I know I can count on over many friends who aren’t reliable. I am a geek who enjoys gaming, web development and design. I am a girl who found herself and learned to embrace the quirks that some may find weird. I am not easily understood or easy to befriend, but at the end of the day when I lay my head down at night, I AM ME.

Take it or leave it.

  1. Drugs and partying.
  2. The geek in me is still angry.

Introvert & Proud

I have never, nor will I ever be the type of person who likes to be the center of attention. I shy away from direct eye contact and as a child I didn’t communicate with others outside of my immediate family until I was 5, and therefore forced to because I started kindergarten.

As I grew older, while I developed the ability to speak to others, I didn’t enjoy it. I hated any type of project that required we do a presentation in front of a class and struggled with verbalizing my thoughts or feelings; as an adult I still struggle.

In an attempt to try to get me to break out of my shell, my father often forced me into situations that I found uncomfortable, which only exacerbated my already guarded psyche, and as a result, I learned to “fake” being an exhibitionist. At the time it was the only way to get him off my back so while I felt uncomfortable conversing with strangers, I learned to fake it enough to convince him that I wasn’t some antisocial, possibly psychopathic child.

In retrospect, I think faking and pretending made things more difficult for me as I got older. Now, in order to deal with awkward social situations without feigning some excuse for why I suddenly have to leave, I usually have a few drinks to help me relax. In that aspect I’m very much like Raj from The Big Bang Theory but my social awkwardness extends to both genders, rather than just the opposite sex.

“Many people believe that introversion is about being antisocial, and that’s really a misperception. Because actually it’s just that introverts are differently social. So they would prefer to have a glass of wine with a close friend as opposed to going to a loud party full of strangers.”

– Susan Cain, author of Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking

Just because I’m introverted doesn’t mean…

…I don’t like getting out of the house. Humans are social by nature; it’s biology. While I may prefer staying in over going out, it doesn’t mean I don’t like to get out of the house. On the contrary, sometimes it’s necessary!

…that I don’t have a unique voice or opinion on certain subjects. Ask any of my close friends, colleagues, or relatives. When it comes to something I’m passionate about, I will give my opinion without hesitation.

…that I won’t speak up if I am wronged or hurt. It might take me a bit of time to tell you because I generally don’t enjoy confrontations but believe me, I will tell you. There’s only so much wrong you can do before I tell you off.

…that I don’t want to meet new people. I do enjoy meeting likeminded people. It may take me awhile to open up to you but if we click, then you have a friend for life.

…that I lack the charisma, intelligence, and capabilities of someone who enjoys the spotlight. I’d say that I’m just as charismatic and intelligent (if not more) than someone who’s comfortable being in the spotlight. I’m a hard worker and my capabilities show that.

…I won’t try something new. As long as it’s not too fair outside of my comfort zone, I’m willing to try it but I won’t be pressured (at least not anymore) into doing or trying something that doesn’t feel right to me.

…that I don’t know how or what it means to have a good time. Contrary to what many believe about introverts, I’m often the one encouraging friends or family to try something different.

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