Crippling Shyness   Crippling Shyness Has Ruined My Life

If you’re terminally shy like I was a year or so again then you can be forgiven for thinking that there’s absolutely no hope for you.

But you couldn’t be more wrong.

The key to overcoming shyness is to firstly accept who you are as a person. Once you’re content with yourself you can start taking baby steps into interacting more with others. Whether it’s simply smiling at one or two more people a day or even just saying hello to someone in the street you will gradually begin to emerge from your caccoon.

The worst thing you can do is to wait for someone else to start a conversation every time. Remember they are more than likely poor at conversation too. Essentially we all feel the same inside with varying levels of insecurities and different ways of dealing with them.

If you continue to spark interaction with your peers then you’ll gain momentum and step by step it will get better. You’ll have bad days too where you think that it’s all a waste of time, but trust me it is not!

Being shy is not choice, rather it is a central part of our personality. Shy people are unable to make that first step into social interaction but once they do they often shine like diamonds in the sky.

Please just don’t judge someone because they can’t interact as well as you think they should be able to. It’s not that they are rude, they just don’t know what the hell to say most of the time.

Everyone feels that way sometimes. It’s just the shy feel it a hell of a lot more often.

If we make you feel uneasy then maybe it’s time you investigated the reasons why we make you feel that way instead of whipping up hatred for absolutely no reason.

I hate these happy-go-lucky freaks who think that there’s an actual cure for shyness. This isn’t the case and even if there was a cure, it certainly wouldn’t be going outside. In my experience going outside has been the root cause of all of my problems. Whenever I step outside I’m immediately set upon by all of the intellectual cripples in society, out to flush out the martyrs who are there seemingly just to take the brunt of their scorn.

As I’ve said before I’ve come to terms with my shyness. It’s who I am. Why should I try to be otherwise? Besides, other people are hell.

I guess the good thing about Emo rock music is that it teaches children nowadays that it’s OK to be shy. Back when I was a kid, this wasn’t the case. I was such a loner in school it wasn’t funny. I had absolutely no friends and the only ‘thing’ I could talk to was my locker. That’s right. I was that alone that I was reduced to speaking to inanimate objects. Christ how sad am I?

Whenever a teacher asked me a question, I refused to even speak up. Most of the other kids were surprised I could even talk when I was forced to in class. Fuck I hated all of that shit. I’m so glad it’s over, but it doesn’t get any easier.

I once tried to get ‘help’ for my shyness, but it only made things worse.

I was sent to the doctor for ‘Cognitive Behavior Therapy’ to help eliminate my negativity. It was a waste of my time. The people on the course were all phonies. They didn’t have real problems. I was the only one there who was truly alienated from the rest of society.

None of them even had the decency to ask why I felt so down. They just sat there complaining about their own problems and moaning on about how they’ve been terminally shy since they were teenagers.

If it weren’t for The Smiths I’d be dead by now. It’s so refreshing to see someone who is as socially awkward as myself and I definitely see this and so much more in Morrissey.

I love sitting in my apartment with the blinds drawn, listening to ‘I Know It’s Over’ on repeat. I do this every night instead of visiting the pub. At least with Morrissey I have a true friend. Someone who will let me down of course, but who doesn’t bullshit me into thinking otherwise.

I wouldn’t wanna meet Morrissey though, as that would end up being a crippling disappointment. He’s just another human and every single human being on the planet sucks.

I bet even Jesus Christ sucked as a human.

I hate people. I hate the outdoors. I’m tired of people telling me that I should give people a chance. I’ve already given society ample opportunity to show itself as worthwhile and it has failed each and every time.

Yes, I suffer from Social Anxiety. I’ve had it all of my life. I was bullied as a child in school and I see the evil smirk of those evil hooligans in the blank stare of every person I see in the streets.

I don’t trust anyone anymore. I don’t trust you, or your stupid family. I don’t trust the government. I don’t even trust my television set anymore. I’m tired of being let down by everything and everyone.