I have been very shy and quiet all of my life. Unfortunately, being shy and quiet doesn't allow me to stand up for myself and get what I want out of life. I've tried for a long time to get over this. I've decided that my shyness is just me succumbing to my fears and never conquering them. I just need to learn to push out of my comfort zone.
So, last weekend I decided to just go check out this bar downtown. It seemed like a huge step for me. I had all these doubts running though my head.
"You don't belong there. You'll never fit in there and you'll make a fool of yourself. You've always fit in with that crowd like a square peg. You know that there're unwritten rules for places like this which you don't know, so you're going to screw up. Maybe I should go on a weekday, when it’s quieter.” Etc…
I put on some nice clothes and some slick shoes and drove down there. I walked in and ordered a beer. The bartender was cool. He tried to shot the ****, but I just laughed and tried my best to agree with him without looking like a dope. I’m pretty sure I failed with that, though. I was completely intimidated in there. I left for a min to take a piss. I kinda got the impression that I shouldn’t have left the bar without paying for my drinks. I guess this is what I meant by un-written rules. Oh wells. There was a UFC fight on while I was there, so I stayed to watch it. This HB7 sat down next to me about 30 minuets before I left, and I feel bad for not saying anything. I guess I was already pushing it by being there. One step at a time, I guess. It would have been tight if I went down there and I met some cute girl, though.
As I was leaving, it looked like they were setting up the dance floor. I let myself get away with thinking that I can save that for next time.
So, last weekend I decided to just go check out this bar downtown. It seemed like a huge step for me. I had all these doubts running though my head.
"You don't belong there. You'll never fit in there and you'll make a fool of yourself. You've always fit in with that crowd like a square peg. You know that there're unwritten rules for places like this which you don't know, so you're going to screw up. Maybe I should go on a weekday, when it’s quieter.” Etc…
I put on some nice clothes and some slick shoes and drove down there. I walked in and ordered a beer. The bartender was cool. He tried to shot the ****, but I just laughed and tried my best to agree with him without looking like a dope. I’m pretty sure I failed with that, though. I was completely intimidated in there. I left for a min to take a piss. I kinda got the impression that I shouldn’t have left the bar without paying for my drinks. I guess this is what I meant by un-written rules. Oh wells. There was a UFC fight on while I was there, so I stayed to watch it. This HB7 sat down next to me about 30 minuets before I left, and I feel bad for not saying anything. I guess I was already pushing it by being there. One step at a time, I guess. It would have been tight if I went down there and I met some cute girl, though.
As I was leaving, it looked like they were setting up the dance floor. I let myself get away with thinking that I can save that for next time.