An unspoken barrier. A pantomime in possibility as I mentally rehearse what it would be like to take such a small step. “Hello” “Is this seat taken?” “I’m such and such” “It’s so nice to meet you.” Introversion isn’t cute when it becomes debilitating. Am I afraid she’ll say no? Absolutely. Am I afraid she’ll […]
How can you deal with frustration without hurting the other party?