I was just (almost eighteen) years old and I was still wand'ring in a haze...
Yes; I cringe to realize that I am indeed "one of those people." The ones who update their LJs biennially, and don't have much of anything to say when they do. However, I implore you to bear with me.
I'm really shy with Internet people. It doesn't make sense, but as daunting as it is for me to interact with people face-to-face, it's freakin' ( Read more... )
I'm really shy with Internet people. It doesn't make sense, but as daunting as it is for me to interact with people face-to-face, it's freakin' ( Read more... )
This is one of those cases.
"I'm really shy with Internet people. It doesn't make sense, but as daunting as it is for me to interact with people face-to-face, it's freakin' excruciating to deal with the folks in LiveJournal communities. I get very anxious and self-aware, and start compulsively using lofty words (i.e., biennially [??]). It takes, like, 30 minutes for me to leave a two-sentence comment on something"
**is left almost speechless** It's like we're the same person in two different bodies! Okay, maybe not that much. I barely know anything about you. BUT... this was SO me a few months ago. (By the way, I feel like my typing is coming across as extremely valley girl-ish. I'm actually more eloquent than this, but it's 5:30am and I still haven't gone to sleep. Additionally, one of the methods I used to get over that 'taking 30 minutes to leave a simple comment' was to just type - almost stream of consciousness - and try not to compulsively edit. And I still use this method. It helps me.)
Seeing as we're both in bowie_daily, I really recommend participating there as part of working towards your goal. That's one of the communities (well, really the only community on LJ; the other place that helped me was a message board on a site) that helped me become less self-conscious. I think they're a really friendly bunch. And if you've read the comments there, I think you know that I really let loose. hehe (If you haven't read the comments, don't feel obligated to go over now and search out my comments! lol)
"It's very odd. I don't even feel like I'm seventeen: short, stumpy, disorganized, terrified of driving, and more meek than Rick Wright in the Castle Anthrax. I always joked that on my 18th birthday, I'd volunteer to do the striptease at "Rocky Horror," but *lapses into ghetto accent* ain't nobody wanna see THAT mess, o-KAY?!"
Again... I just... **cringes in anticipation of the words that I'm going to type**... totally relate. erm... Can see where you're coming from... is that better? LOL. Anyway, I just turned 18 in April, and I don't feel that I can handle the responsibilities of being an "adult" in the "real world" at all. Oddly, up until half-way through high school I was more mature than most 20somethings, but that's a whole other story - in fact, I think it's "the story of my life", and since comments have a character limit, I think I'll refrain from telling you about it just now. ;)
I'm starting college in the fall, and I really worry that I won't be able to keep up. **running out of fuel on my "just type-ness", and the lack of sleep is catching up too** I'll just keep this brief:
short, stumpy: ...WORD
disorganized: See "worry that I won't be able to keep up." I feel that I really lack in self-discipline.
terrified of driving: I STILL don't even have my permit!
Rocky Horror: I always thought I'd be playing Columbia in some teen, The Perks of Being a Wallflower-type Rocky cast by now. Incidentally, a local theatre company is auditioning for a production of it this summer... shall I have the guts to try out?
-Diana
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