So I took a writing class at the Loft this past Fall. Which was out of my comfort zone, but I wanted to start writing again. I wrote two short stories (both of which I like, and the second one I think could be expanded into a novel). But most importantly from my class a writing group developed that wanted to keep meeting outside of class which ended while I was in Mexico.
I, being a doofus, didn’t talk much to anyone at class except a girl whom I later discovered was in fact not my age, but still in high school (a senior though!). But I joined the group. I went to the very first meeting thanksgiving week and had a great time. I was one of the last to leave and stayed with 3 of the people to smoke a cigarette before driving home. I had a great time.
I was supposed to go to a meeting on Monday that I had been looking forward to for some time. Instead I came up with a series of excuses not to go. 1) I had been cleaning all day so I wanted to veg 2) I had a cold 3) I wanted to watch LOST. Mostly, I didn’t go because I’m a wiener and I don’t like being in potentially awkward situations with people I don’t know and I hate driving to Uptown or Minneapolis in general.
I have no idea why I’m so apprehensive. I’m an extremely social and outgoing person in certain settings (the setting being one which I’m with people I do know) but on my own, I get so shy. So I didn’t go, and regretted it. And I got invited to this tweetup that I’m also unlikely to go, because again I won’t know anyone. And when I went to that party in September at the Buddhist place, that was so unbelievably out of character, I had a great time, of course I never followed up and went again.
What is wrong with me?
I need to hang out more with L who’s my latest friend acquisition and who is also one of the most outgoing people I know. Maybe she’ll rub off on me.