I’m one of those kids that didn’t have all that fortunate of a social childhood. Middle school was anti-social this, anti-social that because I was often made fun of… But I have always had a knack for interacting with people. Most anyone I know would entrust me with their life’s stories, their secrets, their problems. It has been this way for a while. In middle school when I was a loner, made fun of for how chubby I looked, I still had people coming to me with their problems.

I was their diary. I was their vault. I still am, but when it came to the topic of relationships, and I had both the boy and girl telling me their respective sides of the relationship stories, I ended up realizing that I had great power. Me, jealous because I knew that, at least in middle school, nobody would want to go out with me, could break up almost any relationship I wanted. All I needed to do was get my foot in the door with a simple, “Hello, how are you?”

That power scared me and was most likely the reason I shyed away from anything social. I didn’t want to hurt anybody, whether it be on accident or intentional.