Why Being Humble is Overrated
My whole life I’ve known I was different: I have red hair, I’m tall, I graduated top of my class, I’m athletic, I started my own business, and I have both a mind for business and creativity. I’ve been good at most things I’ve tried.
Side Note: I am as humble as they come. So writing an article like this is pretty out of character for me.
I’m both an entrepreneur and spoonie.
I’m both an accountant and an artist.
I’m of middle eastern descent with fair skin and red hair.
I have a lot to say but I’m an introvert.
To most these pairs are mutually exclusive.
I’ve always defeated the odds and zigged when everyone else zagged.
In a way, I’ve always thought I was special, unique and more interesting than others. But I’ve never said this to anyone; not wanting to come off as bragging or cocky.
This only adds to the frustration of being passed over by people who only see you at face value. So many people, even those who claim to “know me well” don’t realize how deep my river runs. They don’t understand the true me. I’ve never felt like I could express the true me with fears of making others feel inferior. I care deeply about other people and never want to hurt their feelings. I always think of others first, which often leads to people taking advantage of me.
They don’t understand that I don’t speak much because I choose my words carefully. That every word is crafted with deeper meaning. I have so much going on in my head at any given time. My mind is in a constant state of a category 5 hurricane. The wheels are always turning.
They don’t understand that I’m not upset about one thing that went wrong… it’s about everything that’s led up to that. I’m constantly looking at the past, present and future. How will what I say now affect the next thing that comes along.
