Anxiety and social etiquette threaten to overwhelm as I sit, surrounded by the horror that is human. I type and type and type, refusing to acknowledge them because it would be hard. It would be awkward. I would not know what to say.
I would stumble over my words whilst trying to steady my breaths which will come out in short, shaky intervals. I would be terrible, smiling an awkward smile that threatens to reveal how bad I am at this stupid. Utterly human thing. Known as socializing. I duck my head and wish fervently to be invisible.
Hence, I write whatever comes to mind as I wait, patient yet impatient, for the lesson to begin.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Calm your mind. They won't swallow you whole. It is mere human fantasy, that fear. It is irrational. You must be brave. You must breathe. You must not show your fear.
It is a human feeling that grips your heart and lungs. It is a vile fear that causes sweat to form on your forehead, your palms. It will pass. You must give it time.
You must breathe.
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Bouts Of Writing
RandomThis is not a book, it has no plot. The only purpose it serves is as a space that allows me to pick out my unfiltered, and wholly random, thoughts. Put said thoughts in order and release them in a flurry of words. So if you read it, expect, in short...
