Post by Julia on Jan 22, 2004 14:16:30 GMT -5
Hi,
I did not realize that there are so many shy people out there. Everyones feelings sound a lot like mine. Here is my story:
When I was young I was shy but not as shy as I am now. I had friends and went to school but then we had to move. The pattern was always the same. I would start of extremely shy then I would slowly get used to people and then make a few friends. Maybe not friends but at least people I felt comfortable talking to at school. Then we would move again and the shyness got worse again. I particuraly hated finding a seat on the bus or in the lunchroom. I dreaded finding a seat I would get nervous every day thinking about it. It was agonizing thing for me especially when all the seats were taken on the bus. I would just stand there untill the bus driver told me to get a seat.
Well eventually at one school I got comfortable enough to make a boyfriend. He kissed me and I was excited but then my friends asked if he had french kissed me yet. I got so nervous that I called my mom said the school was to much for me and she put me in a christian school. I bet that guy wonders what happened to me. I just vanished and never told anyone.
I loved christian school. It was the perfect enviroment for shy people because the classes and schools are small. I started playing basketball, and cheerleading at this school. I got real comfortable and made some friends there but then we had to move. The next school was agonizing and they were doing drugs in the back of the room. I decided to leave this school and I was home schooled. Home schooling is the worse thing for shy people. Never put a kid into home schooling without involving them in some group activities. They will not learn any social skills. After home schooling I finished of my high school years in another christian school after we moved again. You would think moving would turn you into an outgoing person because you meet new people but for me it just turned me inward. I guess it is hard to learn social skills when you never stay long enough to make any real friends. Well this next school I got comfortable again made a few friends, started basketball and cheerleading again. Then at the age of 17 I met a guy that was older then me. We dated two months and got married. I graduated early because I had finished my senior years work the year before.
After I got married we were given a small house that my parents had moved to their property. Let me say my parents are like this, my dad wants nothing to do with people and my mom is real outgoing. We have always lived out in the middle of nowhere. So the house was moved out in the middle of nowhere. The guy I married was really outgoing and he hated living here. My mom clinged on to me and I was her only friend. This was not a very healthy situation because it made it were I never felt the need to go out and do something in the world. Mom would even buy me anything I wanted and would get very upset if we left. So this unhealthy situation got worse and worse until some bad things happened (which I will not mention here) between me and my husband. We visited a counselor and he told us to move.
Well so we moved. We moved to a town on the border were we are the only caucasion people in the town. I love Mexican people they are very nice to us but I am mentioning this because not only do I have my shyness to get over now I have a language barrier also most of the people here only speak Spanish. Also it is hard when you know that you are different it makes you even more self concious. My husband loves the Mexican people. He learned Spanish fluently and just starts talking to anyone he sees in Spanish if they look Mexican. It has gotten to where if we are in a store and I see someone he is probably going to talk to I just walk the other way. One thing I like about the language barrier though is at least you have a reason for not talking. They know you do not know Spanish so they don't think that you are being rude if you don't talk. I know pretty much what they are saying now but I can never come up with the words to answer back.
Well now here I am hiding in our little rented house on the border. I feel like I am waisting my life. I am 25 years old and have not done anything with my life because I am too afraid. My husband went and got a teaching job. He has to work now to support us. Before we just did a little remodeling to support ourselves. He was kind of my only friend that I cling to which I am sure is an unhealthy thing. I feel like I need to go out and do something with my life but I am to afraid to. My husband says I need to make friends but I say what is the use. I mean I am misreable without friends but I am also misreable with friends. I mean it is just easier to sit here and do nothing then it is to force myself to go make friends. At least I feel comfortable sitting here. The other way is an agonizing thing so why put myself through it. What would I get out of it. Also the people I try to make friends with do not like it either because they feel uncomfortable around me. I mean I just sit there and try to think of things to say but can't come up with any.
So basically this is the dilemma of my life. I feel worthless like I need to do something with my life but I feel more comfortable just hiding out in my house then trying to fix the problem. That is my story. If anyone has the answers let me know.
Take care,
Julia
I did not realize that there are so many shy people out there. Everyones feelings sound a lot like mine. Here is my story:
When I was young I was shy but not as shy as I am now. I had friends and went to school but then we had to move. The pattern was always the same. I would start of extremely shy then I would slowly get used to people and then make a few friends. Maybe not friends but at least people I felt comfortable talking to at school. Then we would move again and the shyness got worse again. I particuraly hated finding a seat on the bus or in the lunchroom. I dreaded finding a seat I would get nervous every day thinking about it. It was agonizing thing for me especially when all the seats were taken on the bus. I would just stand there untill the bus driver told me to get a seat.
Well eventually at one school I got comfortable enough to make a boyfriend. He kissed me and I was excited but then my friends asked if he had french kissed me yet. I got so nervous that I called my mom said the school was to much for me and she put me in a christian school. I bet that guy wonders what happened to me. I just vanished and never told anyone.
I loved christian school. It was the perfect enviroment for shy people because the classes and schools are small. I started playing basketball, and cheerleading at this school. I got real comfortable and made some friends there but then we had to move. The next school was agonizing and they were doing drugs in the back of the room. I decided to leave this school and I was home schooled. Home schooling is the worse thing for shy people. Never put a kid into home schooling without involving them in some group activities. They will not learn any social skills. After home schooling I finished of my high school years in another christian school after we moved again. You would think moving would turn you into an outgoing person because you meet new people but for me it just turned me inward. I guess it is hard to learn social skills when you never stay long enough to make any real friends. Well this next school I got comfortable again made a few friends, started basketball and cheerleading again. Then at the age of 17 I met a guy that was older then me. We dated two months and got married. I graduated early because I had finished my senior years work the year before.
After I got married we were given a small house that my parents had moved to their property. Let me say my parents are like this, my dad wants nothing to do with people and my mom is real outgoing. We have always lived out in the middle of nowhere. So the house was moved out in the middle of nowhere. The guy I married was really outgoing and he hated living here. My mom clinged on to me and I was her only friend. This was not a very healthy situation because it made it were I never felt the need to go out and do something in the world. Mom would even buy me anything I wanted and would get very upset if we left. So this unhealthy situation got worse and worse until some bad things happened (which I will not mention here) between me and my husband. We visited a counselor and he told us to move.
Well so we moved. We moved to a town on the border were we are the only caucasion people in the town. I love Mexican people they are very nice to us but I am mentioning this because not only do I have my shyness to get over now I have a language barrier also most of the people here only speak Spanish. Also it is hard when you know that you are different it makes you even more self concious. My husband loves the Mexican people. He learned Spanish fluently and just starts talking to anyone he sees in Spanish if they look Mexican. It has gotten to where if we are in a store and I see someone he is probably going to talk to I just walk the other way. One thing I like about the language barrier though is at least you have a reason for not talking. They know you do not know Spanish so they don't think that you are being rude if you don't talk. I know pretty much what they are saying now but I can never come up with the words to answer back.
Well now here I am hiding in our little rented house on the border. I feel like I am waisting my life. I am 25 years old and have not done anything with my life because I am too afraid. My husband went and got a teaching job. He has to work now to support us. Before we just did a little remodeling to support ourselves. He was kind of my only friend that I cling to which I am sure is an unhealthy thing. I feel like I need to go out and do something with my life but I am to afraid to. My husband says I need to make friends but I say what is the use. I mean I am misreable without friends but I am also misreable with friends. I mean it is just easier to sit here and do nothing then it is to force myself to go make friends. At least I feel comfortable sitting here. The other way is an agonizing thing so why put myself through it. What would I get out of it. Also the people I try to make friends with do not like it either because they feel uncomfortable around me. I mean I just sit there and try to think of things to say but can't come up with any.
So basically this is the dilemma of my life. I feel worthless like I need to do something with my life but I feel more comfortable just hiding out in my house then trying to fix the problem. That is my story. If anyone has the answers let me know.
Take care,
Julia