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Other shy people. How do you think the breed survives, in this day and age?

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How?

How is a Move Made?

I don't understand how people work. I don't understand body language. I don't understand the weird language of little smiles and shy looks and I think I scare people.

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It's okay. *hugs* Do you want to talk, Nny? I am on IM, and stuff! (And you do not scare people, honestly.)

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I don't want to talk because I'm in a foul mood. People shouldn't be subjected to this. I will cope with it on my own and emerge in a cloud of sunshine, rainbows and butterflies tomorrow. Or something.

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Hey, I love you lots and do not mind foul moods. *giant hugs!* Are you sure? I miss you, lately, and you sound in need of company and lots of hugs, not brooding all alone.

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I am big ball of tired and sad. And sympathy and kindness, at this point, will make me leak salty water all over the keyboard. And the denizens of the computer room will not thank you for that.

I can't talk about things when they're immediate. I'm all fraught. I just want to sit and sulk at the screen.

Sorry.

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florahart

Really? Liquor always worked pretty well for me. Course, that was when I was a teenager and rather more bounce-backable than I am in my creaky old age. Am still shy of strangers, alas.

Not saying I *recommend* this approach; it can lead to incredibly foolish behavior that would be far, far tmi to tell you all about here. But it is one, and, used wisely, like, without actually getting schnockered, well.

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It's okay, honey.

I just do not want you to be tired and sad and all alone, you know? You are my lovely, wonderful, talented Nny, and I'm sorry you're not feeling well. Trust me, I know how the being lonely thing goes, especially this week.

We don't have to talk about things. I just want you to know I'm here, in case you need anything at all.

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Thank you.

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Perhaps, darling, you ought to go home to bed. *hugs* Sleep might do you good.

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minkhollow

::hugs::
::uses funny icon, in the hopes of cheering you up::

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I went through the drunkardly phase, and I'm glad I went through it so early, when I was still only really on kissing, because it was a kind of self-confidence boost for me. Pulling people was a way of proving I *was* attractive, actually, so shaddap. And then I just ended up feeling shitty because they were pulling me because I was drunk. So nah. I don't think it's the approach for me. :)

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randomblade.livejournal.com

you must transmute shy into awkward and abrupt.

'Hello. I have been looking at you'

'um'

'...have sex with me'

This, oddly enough, seems to be a turn on for a majority of the population.

Also, it cannot be misinterpreted as 'not a move'

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The dry cleaners have left one of the switches on. So every half hour or so, something buzzes loud enough to shake the floor in my room. In the day, I can ignore it. When I'm trying to sleep, not so much.

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*uses denial icon*

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See, I have this blush thing. I fear if I tried such a move my head would explode. I'd start leaking blood, like that guy in Kiss of the Dragon.

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minkhollow

::goes for another funny icon; has lots, but not really enough time to use them all at you right now (bloody time zones, bloody work in the morning...)::

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Oh, Nny. *hugs* That's no good. Perhaps earplugs? Or trying to fall asleep right after it goes off, and then being deep enough in REM to not wake up?

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girlwiththebook.livejournal.com

i'm having the exact same problem, myself.

*le sigh*

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I'll sleep tomorrow when it's stopped. I'll sleep when I'm tired enough to sleep through anything. I'll sleep when I'm dead. I'll get 'round to it.

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Well, I will offer hugs in the meantime. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?

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Sometimes random shyness particles interact to form attraction. However, it is rare.

Sorry, I'm bitter right now.

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Nah, I'm good, I'm good.

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People are clearly fools.

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There's always the giraffe joke!

Or I can make fish faces at you. I do a killer salmon impression.

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Yes. I am with you in the Bitter arena.

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http://www.livejournal.com/users/museofswearing/68178.html

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Oh man, you don't want to be listening to David Grey. Or Damien Rice. Or Jeff Buckley. Um, pretty much any pretty-voiced men are out, unless it's Rufus Wainwright singing about cigarettes and chocolate milk. What you really need is song for the dumped, by ben folds five, which is the single most cheering fuck you song in the history of the world.

GIVE ME MY MONEY BACK, GIVE ME MY MONEY BACK YOU BITCH! I WANT MY MONEY BACK, AND DON'T FORGET TO GIVE ME BACK MY BLACK T-SHIRT...

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ajodasso.livejournal.com

They meet other shy people. That's how I got sex back when I started out, anyway, and even then, I've only been with two people to date.

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"this year's love." over, and over, and over again.

Yeah, I'm a masochist.

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...You make DIFFERENT fish? That's just weird.

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I'm not weird! I'm cute. :D

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>:D<

Yep.

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So put it up on your face, hallelujah, and these days will all go by, anything I can do to help you through it, I just love to see you smile.

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How do you meet other shy people? How do you tell if there's interest there? I sometimes feel like I'll never understand people ever.

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:X

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It's dangerous/glorious to give in so much, I shoulda known better than to get in his way.

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