veggielover
Well-known member
I'm a Silent Sally, Silent Susie. Whatever you wanna call it. Sometimes I'm okay with it, sometimes I'm not. Sometimes I wish I could just naturally start a conversation. Sometimes all I can do is be a silent missile and hope that I'm not making the other person in the room uncomfortable. I would gladly like to have a conversation with them, but there's a highly unlikely chance that I will be the one to start it. That's right. I hate being that way, but I just really can't help it. I'm extremely, painfully shy. I rely on others to approach me and to want to talk to me even though I make no impression of myself. I act like I don't even exist and it kind of sucks. I want to be that fun, outgoing friend or really person in general, whom everyone wants to be friends with and whom everyone wants to know. I'm not that person at all. I'm that person which if I'm lucky enough, someone will see enough potential to get to know me and then I'm lucky. If someone thinks there is a good person inside that silent soul. I really appreciate the people who have taken the time to know me. I'm sorry if I've ever seemed like I was unapproachable or stand-offish. That's the complete opposite of what I want to be, but like I said before, I really can't help it. I become really anxious around people and my only defense mechanism is being completely quiet and pretending like I don't exist. Getting words out of me is a task. Speaking to someone is a task. Approaching someone is a task. Saying the simplest of phrases to someone, like “How are you?” is a huge task for me. Everything gets built up inside and I wonder when is the right moment to say the words and then I feel like I miss the right moment so then I wait for another good opportunity to say it, but then it never comes or I pass it by again, so I never say anything. (Ok, this isn't always the case, but I'd say something like 85% of the time I do not have the confidence to say anything). I'd rather just be quiet than humiliate myself by saying something at the completely wrong time, but in reality I know staying quiet only makes it worse. I feel like the longer you wait to say something, the more awkward a situation gets. It's better just to say it from the get-go than to wait and wait and wait. Once you miss the right chance, you can't say anything. (This is the kind of stuff I think of in my crazy head). So what's the moral of the story? Well, there is no moral. I'm just afraid of talking to people and I would like to become not so afraid or hesitant or anxious around my fellow humans.
does anyone else have these stupid, obsessive thoughts? Um, crap, maybe I have o.c.d. too.
does anyone else have these stupid, obsessive thoughts? Um, crap, maybe I have o.c.d. too.