I’m an awkward being. I tend to be horrible at small talk & my dad thinks I have a social disorder. I’m currently working on proving to him …I do not. My problem is - I don’t believe I’m amazing. I don’t believe what I say is interesting & I don’t believe my thought process is one of kind. But - every time I meet someone new, I become this muse of excellence & reminded that I see the world in a totally different aspect from a lot of people & then …I like myself again.