Why are you laughing at me ? Awkward

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An awkward introduction is completely appropriate, and anything less would be disingenuous, so here we are… Hello.

I am an artist, a writer, a theorist, a poet, a musician, a story-teller, an analyst, a strategist, a researcher and an awkward introvert. I am someone who can and has killed  casual conversation simply by honestly sharing thoughts on the topic.  I am someone who experiences social anxiety whenever I  have to make small talk or in situations where people display emotions.  Don’t get me wrong! I love people, I just am not one to display my feelings.

Like the time my husbands mother reached out to give me a hug before we were all to head our separate ways and in a moment of panic, I extended my arm toward her and touched the very end of my index finger to hers. It was so awkward neither of us knew what to say…. or when one night as my husband and I lay in bed, partially asleep  he said, “can we cuddle?”,  I slid my leg over in the bed until it was touching his leg and said, “there, we are cuddling”.  Thankfully, I love to laugh and I have a good sense of humor!

So, what am I doing here? I want to share my ideas.  Where will this go? I have no idea….

 

perhaps ,somewhere in this vast world there are a few kindred’s

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