I’ve always said that there are two types of people in this world.
- People who think that if someone is staring at them, they are being hit on.
- People who think that if someone is staring at them, there is something hanging out of their nose.
I am firmly in Camp 2.
Camp 2, the home of the shy, is normally a pretty okay place to live. My shyness isn’t paralyzing – I can talk with people and even start conversations with strangers. However, many of my interactions with people, even close friends, are done with the underlying assumption that whatever I ask is an imposition, or that people would really rather avoid dealing with me. I avoid asking for favors, even for things that I know people would be happy to help me with. I get very nervous about introducing people to each other, to the point where I will blank out my own mother’s name if I have to introduce her to someone. But for the most part, those issues don’t affect me everyday. I am quite deft at getting people to provide their own introductions, and I’m very self-reliant, so I don’t often need help with things.
To say that my shyness doesn’t hold me back would be disingenuous. Being shy about approaching people means that a lot of my life has to find me, rather than me reaching out and finding it. Things function just fine as long as I can set myself up in situations where people will come to me. Or, as at work, if I have a specific, externally-defined reason why I have to approach them I am fine. It’s when I have to reach out all on my own, with no power-of-authority behind me, I really struggle. What do I do to get past this shyness so I can be more active in achieving the things that I want?
I now have a project that I am passionate about, and that I really want to work on. It’s this blog. I love talking to people about their jobs, especially when they are passionate about their work. So, this year, I am making it my goal to find a way to move past my shyness so I can finally work on the things that I am passionate about.
I hope you enjoy reading about my journey.