Your Childhood Fears May Be Holding You Back as an Introvert
My 2nd grade teacher at the time walked over and told me that I needed to go to the principal's office. For a seven-year old, being told to go to the principal's office instantly brings up the fight or flight response, but not this time.
I knew the principal was going to announce the winner of the election for 3rd grade president, and I eagerly leaped out of my chair to head to the office.
For the past few weeks, I'd made posters and even gave a speech in front of all the students on why they should vote for me. There were only two other people running for 3rd grade president at the time, and I figured I was a shoe in.
I felt like I was well liked by my classmates, and worst-case scenario is that I'd come in 2nd place and be Vice President.
The three of us sat impatiently outside the principal's office waiting to be called in. I tried to keep myself occupied by staring at the poster advertising next weeks' book fair, but I was a nervous wreck and kept fidgeting in my seat.
Finally the principal poked his head out of the office and looked at the three of us. He smiled, and then motioned us into his office. He told us that all three of us did a great job, and he was proud of us. Then he announced the results.
I came in third.
Dead last.
After he announced the results, we all stood up and walked out of his office. At least I think I was walking, as my legs felt completely numb. It never even popped into my seven-year old brain that I could lose.
I was devastated! How could this have happened? The boy who came in first place used to pee in his pants back in kindergarten. How in the hell did I lose to "Pee Pee" boy?
The girl who won 2nd place was actually in my same class and I had a major crush on her. I even gave her a few of my tater tots during lunch, and pushed her on the swing sometimes during recess. How could the love of my life betray me like this?
No more tater tots for you, and I hope you fall off the swing next time!
The dreadful walk back to my teacher's room took twice as long as normal, as I really didn't want to walk back into the classroom. I slowly walked in as I tried to avoid eye contact with anyone. I slumped down into my chair with the weight of the world on my shoulders.
"Did you win?", one of my classmates asked me.
"No".
"Wow.......well I wish I had voted for you then!"
That was the last straw. My little seven-year old heart just couldn't take anymore. I remember asking my teacher if I could go use the bathroom. I got up, walked into the bathroom....and cried.
I must have cried uncontrollably for at least fifteen or twenty minutes before I finally composed myself and went back to my seat. The rest of the day was pretty much a blur, as all I could think about was coming in last place.
When I went home that day, my mom let me know the teacher had called. The teacher told her that I lost the election, and that I cried in the bathroom.
Talk about adding insult to injury. One.....if the teacher heard me crying, that meant my classmates probably heard it too. Second, why did the teacher have to call and tell my mom of all people?
Ugghhh....the embarassment!
I didn't know it at the time, but I subconsciously made a few Key Decisions that day.
Key Decisions
People Rejected Me/People Don't Like Me
Putting Yourself Out There Leads to Pain
What are Key Decisions, and Why Do They Matter?
A key decision is an important decision that serves as a guideline for other smaller decisions or choices you make in your life. Usually a key decision is made during an emotional or traumatic time during your life.
For example if you grew up in a house with an alcoholic mother, you may have decided at a young age that anyone who drinks alcohol isn't a good person. If your father walked out on your mother, you may have made the unconscious choice that men aren't trustworthy. Maybe someone called you ugly once, and now you think people don't want to date you.
Unfortunately, most key decisions we make will ultimately cause us more harm than good.
In middle school, I started playing musical instruments and became pretty good at it. My music teacher wanted me to try out for All-State band, but I didn't want to. (Remember what happened the last time I put myself out there?)
I remember her calling me into her office one day, pleading for me to go but I refused. I got home from school that day to find out that my music teacher called my parents and told them I didn't want to audition.
(Why do my teachers have to call my parents about everything?)
My dad sat me down for a lecture. My dad has a way of giving lectures that make you feel like you're being water-boarded by the CIA, so I knew I was in for a long night.
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