
I'm starting to think that I'm slowly growing as a person, because I'm not the same as I once was. For better or worse, I hope it's the former, I think it is. For one thing, I'm not as shy as I once was. Of course, I'm still afraid to ask the waiter for a Sprite with no ice, but I'm getting better in other ways.
I finally worked up the nerve to say something to the guy I like that other week, and then that same week when I saw the senior I used to like, I actually held a conversation. He was really nice about it when he knew, and he always told my best friend that he had choir with that I shouldn't be so shy and should talk to him more. This was the second time that I actually had a conversation with him. I find it odd though, that I can talk to him when I don't like him anymore. Irony. Funny how things work out sometimes.
And other people think I'm being brave now. When has that ever happened? I always know that I'm such a coward! Just because I talk to two of the transfer students and am good friends with both of them, that makes me brave? That's nothing to me, talking to them, but no one else does it. Maybe that's why I'm supposedly "brave". And there's my other reason that I see myself growing.
I'm making friends, but not just any, I'm doing this on my own with people that I'll have to work harder to be a good friend to. Not that they're difficult. It's just that my friends normally help me meet new people, and those people are always outgoing because I'm not and need all the help I can get. But not this time. This
time, I'm the one that got the Chinese transfer to talk all lunch instead of going to the library like he usually does.
Things aren't the same anymore, life changed, so I have to as well. I'm going to keep on going in this direction, I think it's the right path in life. And I've got good friends on this journey with me this time around. I'll be fine, and if not, I'll cry my eyes out until I am fine again. No more stiffling: happy when happy and sad when sad. I'll be fine.
December 28, 2008
One Little Triumph After Another
Sincerely, Maryanne signing off at, 8:31 PM
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haha, to me, I find it much easier to make a conversation with someone I don't like. Because I don't worry about what to say anymore. And sometimes it's just time, for me. My nervousness or worried thoughts take a while to drift away, and then I realize that I shouldn't have to worry about being a certain kind of person who converses well and whatnot,.. that having this nervousness in being someone "better" is just keeping me from being the person I want to be.
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