Brawwwk brawwk brawwk!!

[Mustang Sally]

I'm a chicken. A truly pathetic case. I cringe at things most others would breeze through. I'm hesitant and timid and... dammit, I'm sick of it. I wanna BE somebody! I wanna DANCE with somebody. Ya know??

 

[Bobtoad777]

i have no dance partner tonight.

May I have this dance?

 

[Mustang Sally]

Aww bob, that's so sweet!

(Should I? I dunno... would that be too... of course not. But what about...? Did I remember my deodorant? I don't know the steps, what if I trip? What if he... and... but... WILL YOU SHUT UP AND DANCE WITH THE MAN???)

Umm sure, I'd love to!

 

[Bobtoad777]

blushing all over the place now, I didn't expect that an extremeyly beautiful and intellegent girl like your self would accept such a proposal from one such as me

 

[KillerMuffin]

Perhaps there is something deeper? I know that psychobabble business is vastly overrated, a conspiracy amongst pharmaceutical giants who wish to sell more drugs, the expensive MOAI style drugs, but some of it is very real, and very debilitating.

They're calling the latest one Social Anxiety Disorder, which is apparantly an offshoot of just plain Anxiety. Anyway, the point of this is, somewhere along the way some people have developed an anxiety about social situations that make life difficult.

Like myself, me and talking on the phone, I avoid it to the point of irresponsibility. For me to actually call someone, anyone, for any reason takes a monumental act of Congress, or worse, a vote by Floridians.

 

[Bobtoad777]

Now that was way out of Left field

 

[Mustang Sally]

No it wasn't toady, she got the point. This is something that holds me back in so many ways and frustrates the hell out of me. What I really need is a big boost of self-confidence, but where on earth can you buy a can of that?

 

[Bobtoad777]

i dunno where to buy a can of it i thought it came from inside. I wish you well and the offer to dance still stands

 

[KillerMuffin]

I purchased my can of InstantLionizingMuffinDe-Mouser in an unlikely place, the Navy's recruiting office. The Army kept saying could ya lose a couplea pounds maybe? So I figured screw em and joined the Navy. No, Navy Bootcamp isn't the most rigorous thing out there. Sparky, you and your marine buddies can just quit giggling right now. Navy Bootcamp did do something for me, I had to overcome several personal challenges to make it through and graduate the darned thing. I learned confidence and that I was not only capable, but valuable. Then I went to my A School (AIT) and learned even more things about me, that I was important and all that fun stuff.

I still don't call people on the phone and I must be the world's biggest disappointment to an interviewer.

Where you find you confidence in yourself may be no farther away than a good therapist or even just a really tough martial arts class. Yes, that can teach you self-discipline, self-confidence, and work your bod out too. Joining the military is a pretty big thing just to get some guts and it may not work.

Like Toadboy said, confidence comes from inside, but sometimes we need pushes from the outside to find it. There is hope darlin, there really is. First thing, find out why you don't have this confidence in yourself, then find out how to fix it.

 

[Mustang Sally]

Thank yous and HUGS to both of you.
I should get to bed, big day tomorrow. *sigh*
Good night and sweet dreams.

~Sal~

 

[Bobtoad777]

good night you will be in my thoughts

 

[Ezzy]

The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step...

When I first traveled alone, I found myself boarding a train to head to London. A good friend had taken the time off from work to see me off; I was supposed to be heading for Europe for 3 weeks.

I had always traveled with family or friends before this trip, and had shared the responsibility for the voyages of discovery that we had enjoyed.

Even after the train pulled out of the station, I sat there in the carriage trying to convince myself to actually go further than London.

In London I change stations and had managed to convince myself to get on the train to Dover, but I wasn’t sure if I would go any further than that.

In Dover I went through passport control and customs, trying to convince myself to get on the ferry for the crossing to France.

In France (where I had been with family and friends) I convinced myself to get on the train for Paris. Etc. Etc. 3 weeks and 8500 miles later I got back home, to be picked up at the station by the same good friend.

A year later he took me to the station again, I was not as reluctant this time to set out, each year for five years he took me to the station, I traveled between 7500 and 8500 miles each year and each year it became ezzyer to set out, and harder to return.

I had already worked abroad with friends and traveled round the world, but to actually set out on my own was a different experience for me, and one that made me paaaawk paaaawk paaaawk with the best egg layers amongst us.

For me there are still butterflies when I think about setting out, and still joy for me when I return.

But each of these journeys has begun with a single step, the steps are ezzyer the more you take, but without the first step you take, you will stay in exactly the same place.


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