I think perhaps I’m so anxious that my personality is dull.
That I come across as crass or sharped edged.
I’m far too colorful, or my interest are not quite good enough.
Anxiety my old friend.
Why can’t I meet new friends?
Without the fear of looking like a giant head on a little body, or a giant body with a small brain.
You lurk in the shadows on my shoulder.
That I’m a little too misshapen, not quite the straight and narrow.. not quite the right shape to fit in.
I just want friends.
When my laughter tumbles out.. after a misguided joke..and there’s nothing but silence ..
I want comfort, and coffee and laughter. People to want to be around.
But I have this shadow of a doubt that no one really wants that from me.
I tend to lapse into solitude for fear of rejection..anxiety my old friend.
-TH Fragments36 10/01/18