I don’t understand myself at all. I am a mystery, even to myself.
I am terrified of being around people I don’t know and I am painfully shy even though I can talk your ear off if I know you. At the same time, I crave being around people. I miss being around people. I am jealous of all of you who can be at ease with strangers and can easily strike up conversations.
I should be a Walmart greeter. I bet I would be great at it. I am scared but I am friendly. I want to help, but terrified to try. Being a greeter would push me in the right direction. It would expose me to so many different personality types.
I like to smile at people when I pass them on walks. I hope that being friendly and smiling is at least a tiny bright spot in someone’s life. I like most people ( there are some I could do without ).
Hrmmm….I might see if the position of Walmart greeter is available at the store near me. That is if my car is working long enough to make it worthwhile. It is a 2006 Pontiac that needs new control arms, bushings (I think that’s what it was called) and new front brakes. I live in fear that it will be unsafe to drive soon! But, who has almost 3k to put into a car that is worth less than 1K? Not me! I still owe over 1k on it. *sigh*
This is my new way of blogging. I just start writing what’s on my mind.
Happy Friday all!