I think back to the days when I was uncool and quiet. I was a nerdy and shy kid for the most part growing up. I suppose I am still quiet now but I am a little more outgoing and I don't avoid the spotlight. Growing up I had a small group of friends. They were all I needed. I never needed popularity. I preferred quality over quantity and I still do.
Today we live in a social media society where status is determined by the amount of fake and for real friends you have. By the amount of likes and retweets we collect. Slowly we are becoming more dependent on cyberspace for validation. I know because I depend on it daily.
So when did I come out of my shell? When did I decide that the world is not scary and that I had my place among the millions of individual faces? I don't recall, maybe it came with my first job. Maybe it came when I realized that I liked a girl and she would only like me if I left the cage I surrounded myself in.
I didn't decide on my personality but I somehow found my voice, my wit and how I want the world to accept me. It has become my best offense and my best defense. Not too long ago, a friend told me that I should not let the real me get lost in the humorous me. This is the real me. I am crying put for attention. I want you to see me. I don't want to be in the shadows anymore.
I feel naked writing this. I want you to know that it is nice out here. Sometimes we don't have to dip our toes in, sometimes we have to jump right in and trust our instinct. Who you see before you is always who I am. The comedian and the thinker he is Patrick.
Long ago I accepted that not everyone will like me. I learned that I can't keep trying to please people. Some people cannot be pleased. I am friend to the popular and unpopular. I like you for who you are but just the same I don't like you for who you are. I promise you though I WILL get to know who you are before I make my decision about you.
All I ask is that you get to know me too. The others that are like only want the same. We are brilliant, we are witty and we can be fun if you will let us.
If you are still in your shell don't fret. It gets better. You will have an appropriate amount of friends and you will find what makes you happy. I know this because it has happened to me and continues to happen.
I do not know what inspired this post or why I feel the need to write about it but maybe there is someone out there who needs to read this. Well this post is for you, new friend. We. Are friends, right? Please can we be friends?
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