I went to a Catholic all-boys high school.
Built on top of a cemetery.
Right next to Dodger Stadium.
So yeah… right off the bat, that felt like a setup.
But what I really learned there had nothing to do with ghosts.
It was me.
I was afraid.
Afraid of school dances.
Afraid of public speaking.
Afraid of looking like a dumbass.
So I did what a lot of people do.
I shrank.
Tried to fit in.
Tried not to stand out.
Tried not to be seen too much.
And I thought that was normal.
I thought that was just how I was.
Looking back now…
I don’t think anything was “wrong” with me.
I think I just didn’t know how to deal with being uncomfortable.
So instead of working through it…
I avoided it.
And that’s what I really learned in high school.
Not math.
Not history.
But how easy it is to shrink yourself… just to feel safe.
If I could go back?
I wouldn’t try to be different.
I’d just stop running from it.
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What’s something you avoided back then… that you’d face differently now?
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