Why I went from being an introvert to being an extrovert

For many years, I have not lived a life that could be called “extroverted”. I am a complete “introvert”. However, now that I am in my 30s, I have finally been able to install my extrovert self.

It’s not like “being an introvert is bad” or “being an extrovert is bad.” I think it’s natural and normal for both to exist.

When I think about why I couldn’t become an extrovert, I think it may have something to do with my self-esteem.

I have ADHD and have always had a dark side to me. Many people with ADHD suffer from depression for various reasons. I am one of them. I can be cheerful when I talk to people, but my mind is always dark and I have always recognized myself as a negative person.

I was bullied, and I think that was one of the reasons why I didn’t become an outgoing person, but more than anything, I thought that I wasn’t worthy of enjoying the things that I found fun.

I only realized this now, after installing my “extroverted self.” First of all, in order to install my extrovert self, it is necessary to realize that “I am a person worthy of enjoying fun things.”

Fortunately, those who are naturally assigned to the “Yokya” group have the premise that “I am a person worth enjoying fun things” installed in them from the beginning. To put it in perspective, it’s like Windows comes with Word and Excel installed from the beginning. However, as a MacBook user, I had to take the trouble to install Word and Excel later.

I have been an “otaku” for a long time. I think my low self-esteem is also a factor in me becoming an “otaku.” This is not the common belief that otaku have low self-esteem, but rather my personal story of how I devoted myself to otaku activities because of my low self-esteem (please forgive me, all you otaku with high self-esteem).

At that time, I was devoted to my idol. I thought about him 24 hours a day. There is no doubt that I loved him more than myself.

One of the reasons for this is that I was unable to love myself honestly, so I projected my pent-up love onto my favorite idol.

Because I couldn’t love myself, my favorite idol became like my own identity.

It’s an escape, in a way. An escape from reality.

But after coming to America, I learned to love myself, and now I’m my own biggest fan.

Because I was able to support my idol so passionately, I can now believe in myself, love myself, and support myself with all my might without any doubts. I have always been a serious and dedicated fan.

Since then, my life has progressed in amazing ways.