HAVING AN ANSWER WHEN YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO JUST DROWN IN THE SILENCE
Hey Awesome Event Attendees, Before attending an event, you're climbing into your car and you get told about an assistive tool hitting your face and breaking your tooth one day, and you get angry cuz it's the billionth time you've heard this line and you just shout 'I'M NOT!' then you've dug a shallow ditch of trouble that extends into a deep gaping trench that you wish you hadn't dug to channel your inner older sibling's confidence and speak up for what you believe in, and assume you get heard and your ideas/opinions get taken into consideration when they clearly haven't been taken on the chessboard of wit and sheer levels of high intelligence. Your cool confidence gets stripped down to the bone and you're left shaken up with a gaping open wound of self-loathing and silence that doesn't fit your mafia-boss level energy. You wallow into the shame that comes with the Asian Diaspora's old-school ideals of you being respectful, but not ...