Why my self-confidence is low? Man a few things.
- I've got one hand. Yeah, I know you could argue all sorts of uplifting kinda positions based on TLC-like tv stuff or books, but when you're in that position, it's like listening to a rcih guy talk about how someone more poor than you suceeded or something. It can help sometimes, but not always, and not everybody.
- It was never a huge problem until school, when I got teased a ton for it. Yeah they were all jerks and problably needed needles applied liberally to the face or something, but it doesn't make it any different.
- Getting a bit of it from your govt doesn't help either. You can't join the Marines, Navy, Army, or Air Force, with a missing hand. I kinda fooled mysef into thinking I'd still get in, military service is in my blood, and it was a huge thing for me. Rejected by each one. Sometimes I still get a call because of my good testscores, and I have to say to them, I can't I have one hand. It's humiliating.
- Thats just some of it. I always have to make sure to shake with the left, because I've seen moments of disgust on the faces of the nicest of people when I shake with the hairy stump of my right wrist. What if I held hands with someone? I have to make sure I'm on their left so they can hold my left. All this stuff I can't do, or stuff people think I can't do. It looms over me.
-The rest is just my ineptness. I can write awesome lyrics to songs, and have won a prize or two at my college for writing, but when it comes to speaking I'm tongue-tied. And yeah, but while the episode in Canada was years ago, I know it was all me. SHe'd done nothing wrong, she liked me, me over tons of better looking guys. Guys with 2 hands. But she preffered me. Until I screwed it up. Yeah I was young, but I still screwed it up. I just don't want to screw up again, or to pick up my courage, only to be smashed back down with some disgusted look.
What the hell have you done today?