To Some You’re Interesting, To Others You’re Not

It was freshman year of high school. I was walking down the hall when I saw one of the new friends I’d made that week. I waved to her, but I overheard her friend whisper, “You know him? He’s pretty boring.”

For an insecure high school teenager, those words hit hard.

Now? If someone said that about me, I wouldn’t care.

To some people, I’m boring.

But since then, I’ve found my friends, my community, my people. To them, I’m the most interesting person in the room.

And I’ve come to accept that to others, I might always be boring. And that’s okay.

What truly matters is that the people who matter to me think I’m anything but boring.