To the person across the room: I’m not boring, or b*thcy, or uninspired like you may think. Just because I’m standing at the edge of the room, clutching my drink with a death grip and glancing around with darting eyes doesn’t mean that I don’t want to participate. I have things to say, really I do! I like to talk about politics and the weather and about how much better their old stuff was too. I can reward you with witty banter and obscure references-and if I can’t do that, I’m still a nice person to talk with. But I’m afraid-too ‘shy’

I’m a little afraid to talk to you because maybe you won’t like what I have to say. Too shy and worried that you might find me dull or ugly or apathetic or weird, aftaid of being too showy. So instead of making a grand exit, I’ll slip out of the party quietly and unnoticed. I’ll go home, kicking myself for being such a dope and regret that I didn’t have a good time.