Hathele

I was once close to a lady who suddenly began to belittle me, creating a clique to join in. I introspected to see if I had triggered this opposition, but found no fault on my part. Instead, I chose to focus on understanding their motivations. The lady who initiated the drama had recently gotten married and now felt superior to unmarried women. Another lady came from a relatively affluent family, which seemed to fuel her sense of importance. A third lady, whom I deeply respected, had traveled abroad and now looked down on me. Upon deeper reflection, I realized that these women were intimidated by my confidence and self-worth. The newly married lady couldn’t understand how I remained content with myself, focused on self-development rather than feeling pressured by marriage. How I perceive life is, whether married or not, if I fail as a person, then my existence on earth has no meaning. As young women, we must ask ourselves:         Do we stop livin...

I tell people all the time that I am a social introvert, but often, they laugh it off, saying I’m too social or expressive to be anything close to an introvert. So here goes my analysis I want to know what you think. I used to hate talking or associating with people, including my siblings when I was younger. I disliked interacting and being interacted with. But one day, I realized that the people who interacted more seemed brighter and happier compared to me. Because I tend to think, analyze, and overanalyze everything, my moods were often affected. I felt less happy, more grumpy, and moody. So, for survival, I decided I would learn to socialize to get that sun-like glow extroverts seemed to have and the laughter that always surrounded them. But starting out was difficult. People misunderstood my awkward smiles, unsociable responses, and my struggle to connect. I felt discouraged and exhausted, wishing I could go back to pretending I was a non-living thing. Looking back, the first skil...