As a kid I was shy. Painfully so. I distinctly remember having a friend in pre-school who didn’t talk. It was by choice, not by some lack of ability, that she didn’t say one word. I enjoyed our time together. Complete silence and yet there was a comfortable communication between us.
And so to me, walking into a room of strangers is absolutely terrifying. A faceless crowd of unknowns. Frightening. So, by all transitive properties a visit to SXSW should be awful, right?
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