Stepping out of my comfort zone has brought me... new experiences to say the least. I can’t seem to get over agonizing over initiating conversations. For example, there was a dainty looking woman just standing there, and as much as I wanted to go up to her and strike up a conversation, my feet wouldn’t move. I wouldn’t exactly label myself as shy... just.... cautious -- cautious of impending failure and distress and anguish -- but I’ve already been there. So I make my way over.
“E-Excuse me,” I call out, attempting to grab her attention. “Did you make your outfit? It’s... very cute on you @torimanekochan.”












