It might be weakness, or it might not...

I'm not good at shmoozing.

Well, I should say: I don't like to do it and that's why I'm so bad at it. I hate feeling false. Blech. I hate feeling as though I'm forcing myself on some conversation, flattering someone, especially for the purposes of promoting myself.

And so I resist the cultural pressures to be fake and be in the right places and act like a political candidate. (Because I'm not one.) Even if that means that I don't get as "far" in life (whatever that means). . . . Many that are last shall be first, and the first last. Right?