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The worst part about interviewing for a job is the fear of impending rejection and dread of starting all over again. I really think it can cause depression. Depression that forces one to eat an entire freezer zip-lock of Grandma’s chocolate cookies in one day. Maybe two.
My story telling attempts in social situations generally end up in some unforeseen interruption, someone talking louder than me, or everyone losing interest altogether. The point is that everyone gets excited when the topic of conversation veers toward a subject for which you just happen to have the perfect input. Now picture spending most of your 25 years plagued with that pent up excitement and gun shy attitude toward any story-telling opportunity. The feeling you should be imagining explains most of my awkwardness, some of my spastic expressive nature, and all of why I hope this blog can finally free my inner storyteller.
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