More surprising than my confessions of a fat girl, or being pathetic in love, is the one I'm about to tell you. I am shy. I realize that this is a little hard to believe if you know me, especially if you've only known me as an adult. I'm not exactly the poster child for being shy. I'm not quiet, I don't scare away from social or public situations. I'm not timid and I am reasonably OK at conversing and public speaking. All of that is true, and yet I'm really shy. Painfully shy. I would rather stand in front of 100 people public speaking rather than sitting down to a one-on-one conversation. Now that's terrifying! I can work 50 hours a week and not blink an eye, I can be put on the spot to explain some concept to roomful of strangers and not care, I can dance like no one is watching just about anywhere, but make me have a conversation with one person about personal stuff and I'll freeze. I used to describe myself as an introvert stuck in an ext
Although I'm not an expert on much.. I am a thinker. I'm a disaster waiting to happen who loves people awkwardly though profoundly and worry way too much. Somehow that combo has made me perceptive. So here's what's swirling around my head...