Tip #7: People Don’t Care About You or Your Haircut

I didn’t want to leave the house because I was feeling gassy. On the other hand, I really wanted to leave the house because I was feeling gassy.

There was this event that I’d gotten an email about, a Civic Hack Day at Braintree, some startup in downtown Chicago, near Merchandise Mart. Yikes, what a name.

I really didn’t want to go. My insides felt like an inferno and I was going to have to talk to people and what if they could tell that I worked from home because I don’t have any pants without holes in them and I don’t have a haircut.

You know what a haircut looks like. I don’t have one. Ends all split and stuff.

But I still went. I went, even though it was a close call, and part of it was hoping that the walking motion would ease the fire inside.

Biology is a powerful driver of social change.

I get there and I sit down and I have no idea what’s going on. I feel self-conscious and stop breathing. Then I breathe again and realize that it doesn’t matter that I don’t know what’s going on because no one here cares about me. I mean that in the best way.

No one is out to get me. In general, people are nice and there is so much good that can be done when we focus and work together.

My insecurity only prevents me from offering insight that other people could value because it comes from a different background than their own.

So I spoke up and people listened and I think I offered something useful. I was glad I went.

On the way home there was a powerful brownie smell outside of the L station and I wanted to go find the brownies and eat them but I did not, because it wasn’t Saturday.