Of outgrowing your shell…

May 18, 2010

So, I was chatting to a couple of my Twitter friends, including the brains behind Zebra Sounds (what do you mean you’re not already a regular reader?! Get over there! But please come back here…).

In conversation, the topic of being shy/starstruck around people came up, and I mentioned the fact that for the first two thirds of my life, I was completely unable to talk coherently to any girl/woman I was even remotely attracted to.

If I liked someone, rather than speak to her I’d freeze, blush furiously, go weak at the knees, and either not speak or kinda mumble my way through.

I was also socially awkward, comfortable in my circle of friends but otherwise felt like I didn’t fit in and wanted desperately to be one of the popular people.

Those who’ve known me since high school remember all too well wasted days and nights spent listening to me gushing over my latest crush and agonising over asking them out and never doing it!

All pretty normal stuff for your teenage years of course.

These days, I couldn’t be described as shy, I’m definitely more comfortable in my own skin, I know what my strengths are (and I’m happy to tell you) but I’m also well aware of my flaws and would admit them too.

One response confirmed as much, “And then came Twitter. ;-)”.

But in truth what you see on Twitter/Facebook is pretty much what you get.

In terms of what changed, I’d say several important people in my life have had an effect on me, from my lovely wife to work colleagues, friends and also situations as well.

I actually said as much on Twitter, about how all these people and events had, “…dragged me outta my shell! Don’t think I’d fit back in my shell now…”.

That met with “That’s a wonderful thought… being too big for your old shell.”

And it is a great thought, a great way to chart or visualise personal change/development.

Would you still fit in the metaphorical shell which you once called home?


3 Responses to “Of outgrowing your shell…”

  1. judy Says:

    I love that image of being too big for your old shell. Off in search of a new one, or maybe just braving the world without.

    And the answer is no, I absolutely would not fit into my old shell. Not only would it be too small, it’s shaped differently. (I now prefer the cape.) πŸ˜‰

    • I prefer the cape on you, it suits you, boldly leaping!

      My shell was replace with something more porous; still protective but more likely to let in new people/things πŸ™‚

  2. LunaJune Says:

    I see you have a cape too ! I’ll post mine to your twitter page…Judy and I use ours all the time :~)

    oh the awkwardness of youth, placed back to back to the sheer, knowledge gained through walking the roads of life… so many spend so long fearing things they do not know.

    Twitter, what a wonderful thing…connecting the dots of wonder around the world, allowing us to reach out and be just who we are from a million miles away, sharing our stories, supporting, and growing.

    Glad to meet you

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