The Exact Steps I Took To Stop Being Shy And Start Being Self-Confident
I stood in the corridor of the stranger’s house, reeling.
I’ve pulled it off, I thought.
I’ve actually pulled it off…
How To Never Run Out Of Things To Say (Whilst Barely Saying Anything)
There’s a conversational magic trick that is amazing. Anyone can do it. In it, you say almost nothing. The other person then leaves the conversation feeling that you are completely fascinating. Avoiding awkwardness In the last post, I told you how to take the pressure off yourself, when trying to come up with things…
What Most People ACTUALLY Think Of Your Conversation Skills
When I tell people about the restricting experience that I had for a lot of my life, they often say exactly the same thing: “You! Shy?? No way! I just can’t see it.”
Even though their surprise is more statement of fact than compliment, I always get a little happy bristle. For so many years, I felt like I was behind a glass wall when I went out to places. My friends would all chat away to new people, but I stayed mute.
These were friends who knew that, when it was just us, no one could shut me up. So as well as feeling deep frustration, I got to feel some shame and humiliation.
*awesome*
The reason I never spoke to them wasn’t 80’s-inspired Stranger Danger. It was usually because…
How To Get Anybody To Talk To You
“I find it frustrating because I know exactly how you feel”, I told her.
She shouted back,
“If you know exactly how I feel, then you should leave me alone!”,
She slammed shut her bedroom door.
My plan had gone horribly wrong
I was 19 years old and in my first year of university. Jenna was my flatmate.
In that warm way that sometimes happens, she and I had bonded within seconds of meeting.
I always like to think of that as your souls bumping.
On this particular night, we’d been out at the local student bar with my sparky friend Alice. I’d engineered it, wanting these two beloveds of mine to spend some time.
The evening was awful.
Whilst Alice chatted away, Jenna…
The Weird Belief I Used To Have
Looking back on it, the guy in the bowler hat almost certainly fancied me. But at the time, I thought he was talking to me for a completely different reason.
I was 15 years old, in a warehouse in East London. Techno music and strobe lights filled the room. Two of my best friends were dancing nearby: hot pants, tight tops, arms trailing through the air in front of them. I danced, facing the wall, long sleeves pulled over my hands, shuffling to the music, trying hard not to be seen.
The guy in the bowler hat (it *was* the ’90s) came up to me and started asking me questions about myself. I don’t remember what they were. All that I remember is…
You’re No Different from Anyone Else. That’s A Good Thing.
I felt sick with nerves. Actual, genuine, nausea. It was my own fault. I cursed myself for being so rash. It was early Sunday morning and I was biking to the Women In Biz Network conference. I’d never been before. I’d actually never been to a conference before where I didn’t know most of the…
