Tonight at midnight, I will start being able to send unlimited texts with my cell phone. I had been withholding myself for quite some time, but it seems that the standard form of casual communication has shifted from audio to visual.
And when that's the easiest way to stay in touch with your friends, you just have to concede.
Originally I had written a multi-paragraphed rant about what I thought this said about our culture today, but I don't want to start sounding more opinionated that I actually am in person, and I also want to keep this blog a bit light. So I'll try to stay off the heavy, until some huge metaphorical epiphany comes to me one day, in which case you'll have to bear it for a while.
Ah, I digress.
Not only will I be changing my cell phone habits this year, but I have informally vowed to myself to change my body language as well. If you know me well, you know that I have the makings of a debilitating social condition known as androphobia. It isn't a full-fledged case by any means, and it is self-diagnosed, so don't refer me to a psychiatrist any time soon. I just find it hard to look at men. Particularly attractive men. Even if they are far away. Even if I don't have my glasses on (in which case they are blurry men. Or women?). Even if I'm out of their line of vision.
I don't know where this came from, but I know I've been like this since high school. Maybe it's a mixture of shyness and attending an all girls' school. Or maybe it's something buried in my Id. All I know is that it's something that needs to be fixed. So I'm going to follow my friend Anna's (aka Numz) advice and work on making eye contact.
But oh man, what happens if he looks back at me is another whole can of worms.
[PS. Can you tell by the picture that I was already nervous at looking into the eyes of a male statue???]
you should've practiced more on bepe!
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