you’ve perfectly encapsulated how i feel about shy ppl oh my gosh 😅
some of the friends i have now literally hide behind me when we’re in public and it’s time for one of us to ask for something. it’s so frustrating because it feels so lazy to me; and you’re so right, when i was younger and shy, no one ever bothered asking for my opinion. i was always an afterthought.
it definitely feels like they’ve been pampered to me or rewarded for being shy as if it equals being modest or demure (instead of just being a pathetic trait). It used to make me go crazy because, like you said, i wasn’t allowed to be shy - ESPECIALLY as th eldest daughter of a Nigerian household. Growing up, not being able to speak up for yourself meant you received many side eyes from adults, people laughing at you for not standing up for yourself.
I had to snap out of it quick. I had to snap MYSELF out of it quick. it hurts how early i realised as a child that no one was coming to save me.
their shyness is cute. my shyness was weird. their shyness shows how sweet and precious they are. my shyness showed that i was weak and irrelevant. their shyness made people respect them. my shyness made people treat me like the dirt on their shoe.
but if i voice my annoyance, then i’m the unkind, bitter one.
it is what it is i guess. 🤷🏾♀️