I've been dwelling on the topic of shyness, which has been a major flaw in my character for as long as i can remember and will presumably remain so until i die.
Most people regard shyness as a negative trait: the shy themselves feel frustrated and distressed that they consistently fail to express their thoughts or feelings openly and freely, often liking people a great deal but too reticent to even hint at such affection or warmth.
People can often view shyness in others as arrogance, aloofness or simple indifference, when in reality, sometimes nothing could be further from the truth. My words here may disappoint a shy youngster who no doubt expects to grow out of it upon reaching a more advanced age in life, confidence can subdue it but some, like myself, never truly conquer their quietness and awkwardness around people.
I can talk about it here but do you think i'd have said any of this if you were sat here in the same room facing me? Of course not, which is part of the reason i love to blog.
The words that most shine a ray of sunshine into my quiet heart were spoken by Marilyn Monroe in The Seven Year Itch, upon first viewing and every single time since, just for a few seconds it seems as if the Goddess of my dreams were softly speaking personally to me...how i wish...
You think a girl goes to a party and there's this one guy, a great big hunk in a fancy striped vest strutting around like a tiger, giving you that "I'm so handsome you can't resist me" look? And from this she's supposed to fall flat on her face? Well, she doesn't fall on her face.
But there's another guy in the room, way over in the corner. Maybe he's kind of nervous and shy and perspiring a little. First you look past him, but then you sort of sense he's gentle and kind and worried, and he'll be tender with you. Nice and sweet. That's what's really exciting.
© Sean Barrett - July 2009