|...and the sky we set on fire.|
I submit to you, my beloved Brain, a simple request;
Go fuck yourself.
I am a walking contradiction. I tell people they need to go out, dance, have fun...
Yet I have social anxiety.
I go out, but not often, and I tend to be a wallflower. My friends do, of course, keep me company, but I stay at the table or against a wall somewhere.
CF doesn't dance.
I once was told that I'm very cocky for a person with such low self-esteem.
Explain that one.
I'm sure I'm an absolute gas to watch. I'm not an unattractive person, so I do from time to time get approached by random young ladies while out. Usually, they're fairly attractive.
Have you seen the guy sitting in the darkest corner of a club (or a bar), minding his own business and trying to enjoy the music and his Stella? Now, said guy doesn't really fit in. Everyone else is probably a little dressed up. Slacks and a polo, at worst. He's over in his corner, most likely in shorts and a t-shirt, just being him, enjoying his own company. Well, then you have (essentially) seen me.
I'm sure that you can understand that when in this scenario, if I am approached, I immediately am overcome by confusion. Does sitting in a dark corner avoiding the crowd dressed in very casual clothing really make me seem approachable?
Now, as said, most that approach me are reasonably attractive girls. This, however, adds to the confusion. There's usually anywhere from 50-200 other guys who are dressed nicely, are attractive and are outgoing/up mingling and dancing. Yet you approach the guy in the corner in shorts who obviously lacks the confidence to go dance or get up and float the crowd.
Uh-oh, here comes a story via dialogue...
Yes...that actually happened.