My Handicap

3/31/09 10:45 PM

The first step is admitting that I have a problem, right? I'm excrutiatingly shy. Incapacitatingly shy. And here's why it's a problem: It have often been misunderstood. People think I'm rude because I don't know what to say when they compliment me. I'm not meeting any new people because two friends is enough for me & I don't like to talk to new people. Once . . . & I forget who it was . . . someone thought I was mentally disabled. Because I wouldn't talk. I wasn't standing there & not responding to questions or anything, it was a party situation & I just had nothing to say &/or didn't feel comfortable saying anything. I have problems going to teachers when I have troubles - which I've been getting better with, but the other day as I stood in... 2 comments

Complaint: The Mating Call of the Natural Storyteller

3/28/09 7:31 PM

My aggravating night at work Friday was appropriately prefaced by my loss of faith in humanity. It comes & goes . . . but Friday I was particularly frustrated.   Maybe it was the guy who thinks the alley is one big parking space.   Maybe it was the group of boys I saw who seemed to have gotten themselves all tuckered out by the task of putting their pants on & forgot to finish the job . . . or maybe they think that on some level it’s cool – I don’t find it particularly cool to wind up a spot on the road because the crotch of my pants is down at my knees & I can’t run . . . but, you know . . . whatever oodles your noodles. Something y’all should keep in mind though . . . you know what’s attractive? Well dressed men. Pull your...