Being Shy "was" a CurseI guess growing up, I always felt uncomfortable in groups of people, whether at High School, social occasions, parties and even around family and Friends.
Back then , . . . I was sure, . . . . it was a curse.
But, . . because I was severely shy, . . I guess by default, . .I started to become a good listner, . . and you know how when you lose one of your senses, . . like sight, . . your senses of touch, smell, taste, hearing . . become more keen.
My Sense of Listening, . . . .intesified to an Extreme.
Some Men, kinda, . . like the sound, of their own voice so much, , , they might seem to turn off, . . . their sense of hearing, . . to women, . . . and drone on for hours, . . . about how great they are.
And when I have asked, a few women, in my past, what they liked about me, . . . the reply was, . ."that I was a good listener, . . and that I was The First Man, in their Entire lives, . . . .that (((Really Listened))) to them.
. . That I (actually) heard what they said, and would actually pay attention, . . to their thoughts and ideas.
I guess through years, of attentive listening, instead of always talking, . . maybe, I had become better at reading between the lines, . . .
Maybe I learned, . . to Listen to a womans, . . Heart, . . instead of. only her Lips
Maybe, I listened, . . . . to her Intense, Burning Desires, and Passions. . . . . when she needed me too, . . . and
Maybe, . . . I paid attention to her Needs, Wants, . . . and even, . . . to her everday life.
Maybe, . . I listened, . . to Her Dreams, and Fantasies, . . and, . to her Hopes, Questions, and Thoughts . . .
. . with Compassion, Understanding, and Acceptance. .
Maybe, . . Being Shy, . . might just have helped,. . . a little, . . . . with better Communication . . .
I don't know, for sure, . . . . but maybe, . . . . just maybe, . . "Being Shy", . . can also, be, . . . a Blessing, . . . . .