I spent my life being everyone else’s doormat until I was 20, on my own in a crappy cheap apartment. I had always convinced myself that I could not make it on my own. After my best friend/soul mate died, it encouraged me to try new things and made me realize I was wasting my time being scared and would never do anything if I continued the path I was on.
So, jittery nerves aside, I just did it. I got moved out of my parents in one day. I consider it to be one of the best moves I ever choose to do. After I seen that I could do things on my own, I continued trying new things. That is how I started to build my confidence. I guess that is why I never meet a stranger. I will talk to anyone. I enjoy meeting people, talking to people, learning about others.