Confessions of an Introvert
“I should introduce myself to that person,” I tell myself. “Oh gosh, what do I say?” I respond— to myself. “Your name, duh. Hi, I’m Lauren. What’s your name? It’s easy.” My heart rate increases. “I don’t know. I don’t think I can.” “You’re dragging it out. Now it’s going to be awkward.” I know I’m getting further and further out from the ideal timing, but my feet continue to drag anyway as my eyes try to figure out where to look. “Don’t stare; that’s weird,” I chide. “I know, I’m trying to look friendly while I get up the nerve.” “Don’t give up.” I encourage, “You’ve waited too long, but you can…