Those of you who know me over Twitter may be a little surprised when I say that I’m a little shy and quiet in person.
If you were to ask my friends and sisters, they would tell you all sorts of stories and funny habits that I have, most of which involve me trying to avoid eye contact (trufax: When I was 16 I had the art of walking down the school corridor without looking up at all down to a tee).
I don’t know exactly why I’m so crippingly self-conscious, but that’s not the point. The point is that it’s stopping me from having fun.
Take karaoke on Friday. Even though several lovely Twitter people assured me I wouldn’t be on my own the whole night, I spent several hours dithering about whether or not to go. If Sian hadn’t asked me to go at the last minute, I probably wouldn’t have gone at all. Pathetic, I know. Especially considering that it was the best night out I’ve had in ages.
So, what to do about it? In short, man-up and stop being such a chicken. But I like lists, so I have made one specially with quantifiable goals:
1. Stop being so ridiculously self-conscious. At best it’s silly and at worst it’s very selfish.
2. Go out at least twice per week. The notion of leaving the house to socialise more than twice a week may be normal to you people, but the fact is I’m incredibly fond of my own company. That may not be entirely healthy.
3. Talk to people. Using actual full-length sentences. And ask questions back. Stu (of @luckyvoice fame) can probably attest to my sub-human conversational skills.
So those three are all I have for now. Have you got any suggestions for my list? Lemme know!
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