electrichoney: (via parissenflamme) I guess this polaroid was a mistake? Whenever I open my mouth there’s always a lingering feeling in the back of my mind that I’ll make a mistake or misspeak while having a conversation.  This feeling is there all the time, especially with new people…no, sometimes with people I know well, too. All too often I surprise myself with how uncomfortable I can be around people that I should be comfortable with, regardless of age or gender.  Sometimes I think the longer I know people without ever getting to know them on a certain level the greater the degree of awkwardness will be if we’re ever left alone. Me: “Hi…” Pseudo-friend since 8th grade: “Hey…you.” Me: “You still working?” Pseudo-friend since 8th grade: “Yep, and you?” Me: “You betcha!” (Said in a voice that’s meant to be funny in a goofy way but it’s really not funny in any way.) Pseudo-friend since 8th grade: “Oh, that’s good.” (Silence) So I look at the above polaroid and think, Forget that inner guy whose afraid of awkwardness and just embrace looking like a fool.  It happens all the time anyway— you’re just usually oblivious to it. & I feel better. Of course many days I talk to whoever is around, don’t give a shit what happens and tell that little voice to kick rocks…but every now and then, that voice rears his head and I forget how to tell him to leave.

electrichoney:

(via parissenflamme)

I guess this polaroid was a mistake?

Whenever I open my mouth there’s always a lingering feeling in the back of my mind that I’ll make a mistake or misspeak while having a conversation.  This feeling is there all the time, especially with new people…no, sometimes with people I know well, too. All too often I surprise myself with how uncomfortable I can be around people that I should be comfortable with, regardless of age or gender.  Sometimes I think the longer I know people without ever getting to know them on a certain level the greater the degree of awkwardness will be if we’re ever left alone.

Me: “Hi…”

Pseudo-friend since 8th grade: “Hey…you.”

Me: “You still working?”

Pseudo-friend since 8th grade: “Yep, and you?”

Me: “You betcha!” (Said in a voice that’s meant to be funny in a goofy way but it’s really not funny in any way.)

Pseudo-friend since 8th grade: “Oh, that’s good.”

(Silence)

awkward moment

So I look at the above polaroid and think, Forget that inner guy whose afraid of awkwardness and just embrace looking like a fool.  It happens all the time anyway— you’re just usually oblivious to it.

& I feel better.

Of course many days I talk to whoever is around, don’t give a shit what happens and tell that little voice to kick rocks…but every now and then, that voice rears his head and I forget how to tell him to leave.

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