Breaking Free - Biking
Unconscious Mutterings, week 321:
- Studio :: dance…
- Meetup :: …for lunch. Mm. Did somebody say PICNIC?
- Ostrich :: head in the sand
- Jokes :: Knock, knock!
- Estranged :: practically all my siblings. No, wait. No–all of them.
- Random :: …can be fun at times.
- Slap :: …in the face
- Hotel room :: Haven’t stayed in one since I was a little squirt (on a visit to Disneyland).
- Inscribe :: Yes, I do autographs!
- Polar :: Bi-polar.
Just came back from an hour long bike ride. First time I’ve actually gotten up the nerve to leave my street–by myself anyway. It’s strange how I still have an aversion to going out in populated areas by myself. With friends, I’m fine–as long as I mentally block out the strangers around me.
I’ve been like that since before I could talk. Otherwise, I’d blame it on Imah’s grounding into me to be suspicious of people–or maybe my total lack of any sense of direction. But no, it couldn’t be either of those. I’m just weird. And, hey, it doesn’t inhibit my being social online at all. My true sense of humor and effervescence comes out online whereas I often come across as shy to people I first meet. Yay for the internet!! I am free!!
Yay for coffee, too! LOL! I’m going to get some driving practice here soon. Farewell for now!
03:43 PM
Chronicled by: Her Grace, the Duchess Dethroned
