Day 2,520 —Nobody Picks their Personality— ( with Grant's Farm Lights and Pumpkins)

Growing up with mostly extroverts, I was always the odd one out. For the longest time I tried to be someone else to make everyone else happy, but I couldn’t help but still be me. I always find my way out of whatever persona I build for myself; it just comes out. I must not be much of an actor. 

Looking back, I always wonder if the adults in my life ever questioned why there was something about me, they didn’t like, but they couldn’t put their finger on why, so they would use subjective ideas like, “attitude,” and “tone,” when they were really just talking about me, and why they didn’t like me. I have been told several times that I need to be able to accept this information as, “feedback,” is it feedback to tell someone that the person they are is “wrong,” and “unwanted”?

Sorry, this isn’t running related. It is just what I was thinking about when I was running. I have been trying to figure out why certain types of people just don’t understand me, and what I can do about it that I haven’t already tried.