A few days ago, for the first time since ladies were patting me on the head, somebody referred to me as "shy."
�����"So you were always shy?" he asked. I responded yes, noting that my troubles have a name--and a comforting name at that.

�����More recently, however, I've discovered that the word "shy" does not come close to spanning the breadth of my ridiculousness. Repeatedly over the past week my psyche has smitten me with bouts of embarrassment, stuttering, distraction and the occasional total verbal shutdown; also burning sweaty waves of terror, thank you very much.
�����But I guess I'd really rather not talk about it right now.

�����I bought some nice flannel dress pants today after work.


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