I’m shy.  Almost deathly so.  Not a recluse.  I socialize easily with co-workers and neighbors.  But it takes time for me to get comfortable opening up to new people.  It’s not that I’m paranoid or distrustful.  I’m just…shy.   I have friends I regularly go out with.  But I live alone.  I’m single.  And I’m shy.  Almost never the first one to speak up and introduce myself.  It takes wild horses practically, to get me to go to a bar or club by myself.  I need friends I can go with.  When I’m with people I know I can let down my hair and have a good time.  But in a room full of strangers I just want to run away.  This may have something to do with why I’m still single.  And live alone.  But I am not a loner.  I like my quiet time to myself…yes.  But I enjoy human company too.  Very much so.  I’m just…shy.

Swear to god I cringe every time another mass killing happens…and next thing you know the news media is all about how the guy was a loner.  And…quiet.