Funny but not profound

I met someone at a bookstore today and just finished reading her blog, before sending her a message though I peeked at my blog (it was been a while!) to see if there was anything shameful before revealing my blog to her.

Her blog is amazing, deep, insightful and well written. Mine is funny, a bit vulgar, and choppy. I think I keep this blog more as a short handed reminder of events to myself than anything. My memory has gotten so bad that I am really glad that I have the blog! I debated all evening about whether or not to send her a message, and then it hit me... as Popeye put it I yam what I yam.

I need to grow, I am growing, and I need to be more open to growing. I avoid talking to people to such a degree that it is almost a phobia. I can't say it is really a side effect of not working, I was like this at work as well, I was just in a position that I was forced to communicate with others. Now that I am not forced to, I just don't. I have introverted to the point I don't even blog anymore.

Talking to my new aquaintance today was probably the first time I have talked to a "stranger" voluntarily in 2 years. YEARS!! Okay, that may be an exaggeration, I do have to speak when ordering food, and I talk to people at school when directly asked a question, I am not rude. But I have not sought out any friendship outside my tiny little island in a very long time. Sasquatch ruined it for me.