Old Age

shyness can be overcome. i hope you do try out.
i was catastrophically shy as a child.
the positive part of that experience is that if you start out shy and learn to face it, it's like a high.

 

I've been this way since I was a wee podling. it's not even something I'm trying to overcome at this point, but acting is so much fun in my dreams, I think I'm willing to give it a try.

 

Oh well, we're all going to live forever anyway.

First hint that body’s ‘biological age’ can be reversed

 

Well no, you don't have to overcome anything. I don't think I actually set out to become less shy though. Sometimes things just happen as a side effect of doing something that seems interesting, like an acting group.

 

As I've gotten older I've just gotten used to not talking to anybody. And people rarely seem to have a problem with it anymore. I once had bad anxiety about it. Not anymore, though.

 

No, I don't see that happening. There are too many of them and too little money.

 

Maybe you could become a balloon vending clown that doesn't speak. He just wanders around twisting up balloons and making kids smile.

 

You could be a mime

 

That's enough suggestions on things I could become. I don't want to talk about me. It's too late for me to become anything, anyway. I'm thirty-eight. Shouldabeen, wouldabeen, couldabeen. I just wish, growing up, that someone had actually noticed what I was like and given me some direction. All I got was baseball. That's what happens when one of your folks is a malignant narcissist. Boo hoo.

 

to be fair, you don't really have to talk much in baseball.

 

Yeah sorry, I thought you wouldn't appreciate the suggestions.

 

The less you speak and just observe, the better your life becomes. Self control

 

Thirty eight ???, Thirty Eight ??? - bloody 'ell I'm nearly double your age - you haven't really begun to live - you're still a 'spring chicken'. Find something that you have an interest in and get out there and be the best whatever you can be !!!

 

I talked to my cousin about genealogy this morning.

One story she told me was about my Great Grandmother who lost her mind toward the end of her life. My Grandfather would get phone calls in the middle of the night reporting that his mother was running down the street naked, again.

 

I hope I never do that.