Do You Like Me? Do You Really Like Me?

In the 30 Day Non-Facebook Prose-Instead-of-Pictures Challenge, there are hard challenges and easy challenges.  Today's is easy: 

18.A picture of your biggest insecurity

Growing up in a very small town in the South, you went to school with the same people you went to church with, did Girl Scouts with, took ballet class with, sang in the church choir with, and on and on and on.  So when one girl decided to turn all the other girls against me because she didn't like me, it made for a long eighteen years.  Thank God for college!  And that in my graduating class only five of us went away to a four-year college.  And my bête noire went to the cross-state rival.  Praise the Lord!

High school.  Ugh!  My cousin was the fun one.  My bête noire was the head cheerleader.  I was the smart one.  Plus, at five-ten in stocking feet, I towered over all but two boys.  I also weighed in at 110 pounds soaking wet.  Long and lanky.  Geeky is more like it.  Thank goodness I never had braces or wore glasses!

How many times did a guy from my high school ask me for a date?  Zero.

How many dances did I attend where a boy asked me to dance?  Zip.

Going away to college where no one knew me changed all that.  There was the sorority, the fraternity where I was a little sister, the college newspaper editor who wrote a front page story about me as a way to ask me out, the month I never made it home because I had an average of five dates (with different guys) in a weekend.  Yes, average.

But deep down there is still that little girl from that little town who is terrified of being alone, of not being liked.  And that, my friends, is my biggest insecurity. 

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  1. I hear you about the transition from high school to college. I really relate. Thanks for this.

  2. That's got a lot to do with why I was always a clown. I was painfully shy for most of my school years.

  3. Nice post.

    The only useful thing I learned as a teenager was that what other people thought of me did not matter at all.

  4. Great Post! I, too was pretty insecure in High School and even into College. I remember going into the popular College bar and drinking about 4 beers to work up the courage to ask a girl to dance. If I was rejected....I'd often just give up and get drunk.
    Then around the age of about 27, I got a great job and started liking ME. Insecurities seemed to melt away!

  5. College saved me too.
    And yes, I like you.

  6. Hi there Wifie, that post really hit the spot with me too. I think that often most people who talk too much or joke too much are doing so, consciously or not, trying to stop people from getting a chance to see the chink in the armour.
    BTW the Wheatsheaf I was at isn't in Kent, I live in Hampshire almost in the New Forest, Thanks for your visit.