📙 I'm writing this book as a man in his upper thirties who is recounting about thirty years' worth of a lifelong struggle with being comfortable around people. That is, not knowing how to talk to people, not trusting people enough to be comfortable sharing my thoughts, feelings, and experiences. Being socially dysfunctional has led me to do and think a number of things that I'm not proud of. I'm highly critical of myself in this book and throughout my everyday life in general. I've always lamented that I wished I could be someone else. But in the end, I need to realize that I have to embrace who I am with all my flaws. I can only be me. I can't be anyone else, and I should not want that to be any other way. 4