I was sitting quietly at my desk listening to some music when this girl showed up out of nowhere and settled herself next to me. After a while, it became impossible to ignore the face that I could see smiling at me from the corner of my eye. I yanked out my earphones and gave her a polite smile. I found myself involuntarily cringing, fearing what was about to come next. The painful conversation lasted for about five minutes, with only a series of “hmm-s” and “ya-s” contributed by me. After the longest pause in the history of time, the very nice and friendly girl gave me the most withering look she could manage, and left. I returned to my music, after this near daily drill. She really was nice, believe me, that’s what I thought too. At the beginning. When she finally finished answering, in excruciating detail, the one question I managed to come up with, however, I wasn’t quite sure about that. If only she didn’t talk so much…
Someone asked me yesterday why I never talk. And today, someone asked me if I was scared of them. I plastered a meek smile on my face, and mumbled the usual, “I’m just shy. I don’t even talk to my friends!”
Now, the first part is true. I really am shy and I have the social skills of a hamster(who happens to be a very shy animal). This might seem a little strange considering how much I have been blogging lately. No, actually, a blog adds just the finishing touch to my ‘image’.
Anyway. I am the girl who can’t think of what to say to babies.
If you’re a baby, and you happen to look at me; I’ll display an alarmed expression for the tiniest fraction of a second, before I quickly adjust it to resemble a smile, but not before I mutter an unintelligible ‘uh-oh’. Then I’ll pointedly look in every other direction but yours. Still, it’s easier with babies. Babies can’t ‘small-talk’.
If you’re not a baby, I will try to be a little more interactive.
Just one little tip for all you nice and friendly people out there, (as they say), some silences are best left unbroken.