Unravelling Me

First impression. Well, what is my first impression of him? Yeah, like blah. blah. blah. You'll probably say this while reading the first line. This might be another cliche love story of falling in love. It is, but I'll perhaps say that it is not about him but all about me. What the heck is this? Who the hell am I? Just what's the f*****g reason am I here? When I was in high school and college I used to face people with what is a standard of living. Socializing. Creating connections. Engaging myself outside and trying my best to be in public. I knew I never liked that but that's what others do, so I idiotically thought that I have to do it too. Well, what I realized now was that it was not fun. I hated it before, but I didn't know that I hate it. Foolish thinking. Now that I have aged I've come to realize that I wasted so much time trying to be someone else. What if I admitted to myself before that I am an introverted person? Will be there changes? For that, I don't know. So now let's get to the point, why am I talking about knowing myself? It all started when I met this man. I don't like him. I find him confident and talkative. I hate those attitudes, which is a f*****g sign of my introverted personality which I didn't know. I met him through a close friend. He first chats with me. What shocked me was that he got a f*****g kissing emoji on his first Hi! Like what? Like huh? Like who are you to send such a cringe emoji? With that first impression, I don't like him. What a wonder I replied and communicated with him though he's still sending me the cringe-kissing emoji. How about you? Do you have a weird impression of someone? If you have, share it in the comments, I will appreciate reading them. Thanks.