I had an interview today, something i knew will change my life forever. How i see things and what i could become. Frankly it terrified me not to have a guide book. All my life i always made sure to get the nitty gritty information for everything i walked into. I needed to know the environment, the character of the people, do they like me to bend over backward or be bold. It scared me to death not to know what to expect, so i made sure i always would. That is until today.

All the research over the past days added more questions than answers, and my steps only seemed to slow as i walked down the cold sterile floor. Believe it or not i thrived in places devoid of emotion or stories. It made it easier to look forward without wandering about every little thing around me.

The narrow corridors seemed to cage me in, and I despised it; for a story not to be told today.

No one could help me now, i was going in blind and i wanted to throw up.

I was a coward. No one should be so scared of meeting someone like i do. No one should be obssesed so much on how you would be perceived or how people think of you. I hated that I’m all that, but, that is all i know, I have no clue who i am, or should be.

If I wasn’t perfect, i was no one.

I softly knocked on the door. My mind already screaming i failed before i began.

My entrance was given by a flat tone. “Come in.”

I need the person to like me, or at least not to judge me too harshly. I turned the knob, opened the door.

My biggest fear was to be a failure.