My self-confidence has been severely inadequate for as long as I can remember. No matter what I do or where I go, I seldom feel comfortable in my own skin. When it comes to interacting with other people, I am a faulty interlocutor. Always over-analyzing my words, and the response that my words are given. If someone ever wishes to interact with me, they should expect nothing more than a laconic reply. I say what is necessary, and nothing more. Therefore, under the circumstances that I would not fail, I would seek people out to speak to. I would finally be able to thrive in social situations, showing people who I truly am behind the veil of my excessive anxieties and fears. People would seek my company and I would have to do no more than being who I am in order for people to be drawn to me.
That, or attempting to fly. Feeling how the cold breeze sends shivers through my body as I make a nosedive, only to straighten myself up before hitting the ground. Flying above the clouds, watching the beautiful scenery that is mostly only accessible through an airplane window. It is a childish dream, but... one that will live on with me for the rest of my life.