I used that word again. "Worry". Perhaps I do use it too often. I cannot help it sometimes, though. It is in my nature to worry, to stress, to be tense and uncomfortable. I try to work on being more comfortable around people, but sometimes it is just too hard to change. Even if I could change, would I want to? It has become a part of who I am. It is part of what makes me make the choices that I do. If I didn't worry and over-analyze things, I would be a whole different person, right?
Perhaps I do need to make more of an effort to communicate with people, though. Too often I find myself out in public, alone and uncomfortable. I have no problem with passing conversation. I can be pleasant to strangers around me with no difficulty. I have absolutely no idea how to hold a real conversation, though. It's part of the reason that I have trouble making new friends. We have fun together and enjoy each others' company, but then the silence inevitably comes. I don't mind the silence, myself. I can tell that other people find it uncomfortable, though.
The worst part is, I have no idea how to end it. The more I think about how silent it is, the more my mind goes blank. I search in vain for a subject to talk about, my my head just says "nope". And that's that. Not having anything to talk about just makes me more nervous, and it becomes a vicious cycle. Am I the only one that feels this way? Why is it so hard to do something that should be so natural? I have no idea. The only thing I can think to do is continue pushing myself out of my comfort zone and hope that eventually something clicks.
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