the idea of meeting internet friends makes me beyond happy but also terrifies me equally as much.
the thought that I'd meet them and they'd be absolutely perfect in my eyes is the part that makes me happy.
the thought that I'd be sitting there unfocused and nervous terrifies me.
I'd be sitting there worried about how I'm acting, if I'm talking to much, if my hands are doing stupid over-exaggerated gestures, if I'm shaking, if I'm annoying them, if I'm making too many bad jokes, and if I'm even what they thought I'd be.
but yet something stops me from thinking about this too much.
because part of me continues telling me that, at the end of the day, if they said they had a good time, I'd see and push past all of my own imperfect thoughts and I'd have to agree.
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drabbles
General Fiction•drabble: a short work of fiction of around one hundred words in length, not necessarily including the title; the purpose of the drabble is brevity, testing the author's ability to express interesting and meaningful ideas in a confined space•
