Sometimes, the thing you’ve feared to become in the eyes of others infects you. You end up being labeled as the thing you feared the most… without meaning to… without intending to.
A lapse of judgement… a totally unrelated huddle… misinterpreted by others.
Self-fulfilling prophecies that Mr. Subconscious takes over of.
Insignificant and worthless.
Then the inner turmoil sets in. Rearing a beast of doubt and insecurity hell-bent in wreaking havoc to an otherwise glorious moment. All too consuming… engulfing every ounce of joy and excitement for the fun of the game, leaving only emptiness, errors, and self-doubt.
Drowning. Trying to reach out… clumsily failing.