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ssavaart · 2 months
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Ever since my videos on Youtube and TikTok started getting popular, people would recognize me out in the wild and then realize that I am SO AWKWARD in person.
I LOVE meeting people... but I never know what to say and I always feel like I've disappointed them afterwards.
So, a few months ago... I printed up cards that I could give to people I meet that has an apology inside.
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If you happen to see me, please say hi.
But be patient with me... I'm doing my best to "people" .
Sending Big Hugs from the Hobbit Hole. ♥♥♥
Scott
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thatbadadvice · 7 months
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Dear Advisor,
I tend to be a very reserved and shy person so making friends is super hard. Recently I’ve been wanting to socialize more , but I genuinely don’t know how. Is there any advice that you have that can make me look more approachable and not be scared to talk to people. I’m so stressed about being alone and not having any friends, but I just find it so hard to go up to people and make a conversation. I tried once but it became super awkward. I just really need good advice from someone on how to approach a person and continue a conversation.
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Dear Awkward Anonymous,
It would be so easy to get into a whole deep let's-skeetshoot-therapy-on-the-internet session and try to help a total stranger unpack all of the GA-FUCKING-ZILLION ways in which social awkwardness shows up in a person's life. It seems easy, and it even seems meaningful and worthwhile, but to do so I would have to presume a bunch about your life, and make a bunch of assumptions about the ways in which my own experiences maybe/probably track with yours, and it would be a whole big wank-fest, and frankly ... it would be awkward. I'd be like you, standing there at the party, hoping that what I'm saying resonates or lands or even vaguely tracks with anything a stranger has ever known or experienced, presuming (probably rightly!) that it doesn't, and then flailing and blaming myself when I didn't emerge from the interaction with all the world's gold stars.
So here's what: stop talking to other people as a primary social occupation. Going up to people and just talking is fucking terrifying. The Bad Advisor says this as a Certified Extrovert™ who rarely shuts the fuck up.
Instead, find a thing to do with other people that involves some sort of task or goal or activity. Talk about the thing you're doing together, when you're doing it. If it feels okay, maybe introduce one or two of your own relatable-to-the-activity experiences in the process. See who picks up on it. Ask the people who pick up on it genuinely interested questions in response. This is what we awkward people call: engineering a conversation. It is the way, I am told, humans make connections with other humans. I have seen it work in my own life.
Depending on where you live and your ability level and skill set, I bet you have some options! You could seek out an open board game night, pub quiz session, knitting/quilting circle, or mutual aid meetup that's looking for volunteers. Especially look for social activities with strangers that involve a dedicated, pre-prescribed activity (such as a hiking or mall-walking group, stuffing envelopes for a political candidate or cause you care about, planting trees at your local park, or tasting tea/wine/beer/etc.). (Somebody is going to say join a ballroom dancing club or suchlike; I am personally terrified of this, but if you have a higher tolerance for strangers touching you and fewer than two left feet: it's literally an option. Line-dancing, on the other hand ... absofuckinglutely.)
Even if what's available in your area isn't your precise and specific interest, it might be worthwhile to check out something you are decidedly meh about -- you might not be the only meh person there. You can bond over shit that's boring or shitty with other people who find it boring or shitty! Some of my best friends, arguably my very best friends, came out of experiences we mutually loathed or found at least moderately and mutually miserable.
Consider especially finding an activity where you yourself are the manager of operations and/or have a designated task to take care of that is unique to your position! This doesn't have to be complicated or skill-dependent; can you become a voter registrar in your area? Well, bam! You've got paperwork people have to fill out and a good reason to jibber-jabber with folks who have to ask you the questions. Other ideas: join your local neighborhood association board, become a notary public, or see if your local pet rescue is looking for intake line volunteers. Do you have a trustworthy, especially outgoing friend who might agree to play "social glue" for you a couple of times at their activity-centric events? Make it explicit! Ask them if they'll play friendly wing-person for you at their D&D game, fantasy sports league, or some such.
Alternately: Do you have a unique and fun and shareable skillset you can share with others? Are you pretty good at drawing, programming? Simply a font of endless Merlin or NFL or Real Housewives knowledge? You might start a local Discord or other online social group to discuss and share your interests, then move it to the real world in a few weeks once folks get comfortable. You get the idea.
Most of all: Look for stuff that has more-than-just-talking opportunities available outside the designated group jam for you to maintain connections. Perhaps a group chat, a Discord, a Slack, what-have-you, where you can take more time to consider and draft your responses and posts? Connections with humans get made a thousand ways, and talking raw-dog with strangers is but one.
It takes a true social unicorn to be simply good at talking and only talking to other people. There are some of these one-horned wonders out there, to be sure — but let me assure you that the vast majority of folks want to be accepted and seen just as much as you do, and they're staring at the ceiling at night thinking just as much (more, probably) about all the weird, wonky shit they themselves threw at you than they are anything you ever said to them.
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serenityquest · 1 month
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geminimoonmadness · 1 year
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Astrological Indicators Of Shyness
(ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪɴᴇɴᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ)
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⭐️Sun in the 12th, 8th, 4th, 6th
⭐️ Sun in Scorpio, Cancer, Pisces, Capricorn, Taurus, Virgo
⭐️Sun in aspect to Neptune, Pluto, Saturn, Moon
⭐️Cancer, Capricorn, Taurus, Scorpio, Pisces, Virgo Rising
⭐️Stellium in the 12th, 4th, 6th, 8th house
⭐️Stellium in Pisces, Virgo, Cancer
⭐️Moon in Pisces, Scorpio, Cancer, Virgo, Capricorn
⭐️Moon in the 12th, 6th, 10th, 8th, 4th
⭐️Strong Neptune, Saturn, Pluto, Moon influence
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nat111love · 1 month
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THE ONES WHO LIVE ↳ Season 1 ↳ Episode 3 ↳  Bye
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neilsanders · 1 year
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HELLO... AWW WE’RE SHY Stickertober Day 26. https://giphy.com/neilsanders  
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writtenroses1813 · 7 months
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So hard to be quiet and shy and yet yearn for healthy social interaction like Do I Want To Speak To You? Yes. Do I Want To SPEAK To You? I would rather die
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wordofprophet · 2 months
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Messenger of Allah (PBUH) said, "Shyness does not bring anything except good." [Al-Bukhari and Muslim]. In a narration of Muslim: Messenger of Allah (PBUH) said, "All of shyness is good."
#hadithoftheday#HadithofProphetMuhammad#islam#muslim#muslimah#iman#Allah#quran#quranquotes#hadith#hadithoftheprophet#hadithreminder#hadees#shy#shyness
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keezybees · 2 months
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Tbh I don't know where the line is between social anxiety and shyness. I don't have either (I just do generalized anxiety, not social haha) so Izzy was a challenge to write! I tried to think of my worst 'center of attention embarrassment' moments and leaned a lot on perfectionism/uncertainty
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Άμα δε το χιτώνι εκδυομένω, εκδύεται και την αιδώ γυνή.
- Herodotus
When a woman takes off her robe, takes off her shyness as well.
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lerefugedeluza · 3 months
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NOUVELLE VIDÉO ♡
C'est celle que j'ai préféré faire jusqu'à maintenant, je suis vraiment trop heureuse de pouvoir vous la montrer ! Je compte sur vos visionnages et sur vos partages si vous l'appréciez ! Merci beaucoup & vive les timides !
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feasibilities · 1 year
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Hii! Can I please request a Namor x fem!mutant!jumpy!reader where she’s a mutant with healing powers (she’s not a fighter at all) and she finds Namor after the battle with the Wakandans. He had been trying to make it back to Talokan, but only made it halfway, before he crashed down onto the beach that’s directly above his cave, more specifically, he crashed into a tiny house on the beach, where Y/n had been hiding out (she had been running from the same agents who were mining for Vibranium, because the government wanted to use her for her powers- Though Namor took care of them…). She sees how extensive his wounds are and she heals him? When he wakes up I’m sure he’d be on the defense, but Y/n innocently holds her hands up to show that she’s not a threat to him + he feels bad for scaring her, one because he sees that she healed him, two, he sees how jumpy she is, three, she tells him about her situation. He takes her back to his cave/Talokan with him, saying that she’s now under the protection of the Talokanl and Namor (himself) + Namor courting her and being super romantic and asking her to become his Queen?🤧💜
Le Mutantes ☀︎
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Author's Note: More candied, sugary, saccharine fluff. Namor is a sweet lil' baby in this. Enjoy! 💚
Once you arrived back from class, you saw that your door had been pried open. Fear took over your entire body. You thought you had finally been discovered by the CIA. The one time you leave the house, everything goes awry. What if you just cut your losses and left everything behind?
Taking a rare moment of bravery, you walked in. You saw a gorgeous, unconscious man with wings on his ankles & decorated with vibranium jewelry. His spear lay next to him. His ears were pointed. He had extensive burn wounds as well. You were incredibly scared, but you walked to him & sat next to him. His breathing was shallow. You had to save him.
A bright light came from your hands as you hovered over each of his wounds. You heard his breathing steady. His eyes fluttered & he stirred awake.
"H-hey, are you okay?" You cautioned.
Before you knew it, Namor was on his feet. He swung his spear in your direction, which you managed to dodge. You scurried away and stood in the corner. You held your hands up to show him you were no threat. You were on the verge of tears.
"Who are you? How did I get in here?" He spat.
"I'm (y/n), you came in through the door when I was gone. I didn't mean to scare you, but you were hurt. I'm sorry. " You cowered.
Namor looked at his arms and legs, seeing no wounds. He remembers nearly being cooked alive by an explosion. He was sure that this was the end but wanted to hide out just in case, stubbornness getting the best of him. He then looked at you & walked closer. He wondered why you were so jumpy. You stayed still to avoid provoking him
"Did you heal me?" He inquired.
"Yes...I am a mutant. I've been hiding from the CIA. They've wanted to experiment on me for years." You explained. Namor instantly felt guilt for scaring you so much. He sat in front of you & put his spear down.
"I didn't mean to scare you. I want to protect my people from the CIA. I believe we have a lot in common." He said in a gentle tone. You thought he was so beautiful up close. He took your hand in his, making you blush.
"Would you come back to Talokan with me? It is no longer safe here. I apologize for compromising your well-being." He consoled you.
"I'd love to."
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You were in absolute awe of Talokan. The scenery was extraordinary and its citizens were so kind. Everything was so serene. The surface world was bleak in comparison.
"I cannot thank you enough for healing me. I am indebted to you forever." Namor beamed, stroking your hand with his thumb.
"It's nothing, really." You said shyly.
"You were blessed with a gift to help others. That means something. Your safety is guaranteed here in Talokan...with me." He proclaimed.
Truthfully, you never felt this safe around anyone. You always worried that they would abandon you or use you. It didn't help that the government wanted you as a science experiment. You became a hermit. Your paranoia was neverending. It was different here, however. Everyone had oddities and mutations. There were healers, witches, and warriors alike.
"Thank you. It means a lot. I'm not a woman of many words, but I've never had the opportunity to be myself. I feel comfortable around you. I haven't felt comfortable in a long time." You confessed.
Namor listened intently and then kissed your forehead.
As you acclimated to the deep depths, Namor romanced you. You would share meals together, paint together, and sleep together (albeit not in the same bed). You two shared a chaste kiss when you could no longer contain your feelings. One night, you two sat watching the Talokanil sunset. You learned that he created this sun for his people. What an amazing person, you thought.
"I have a deep love for my nation, and I've always wanted someone to share that love with..." Namor revealed.
"Your people love you more than life itself. What are you looking for?" You asked, playing coy.
"A life partner. A queen. Someone to love forever." Namor admitted, looking at you with fondness in his eyes.
"Will you become my queen, (y/n)?" He asked, pulling out his mother's bracelet and wrapping it around your wrist.
Throwing regard to the wind, you kissed him deeply. He looked down at you shocked.
"I can't wait to spend an eternity with you." You whispered.
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wanderingmind867 · 10 days
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Hephaestus is right. Robots are so much easier to understand than humans. Like AI. It's shockingly easier to talk to an AI chatbot than to talk to some human you don't know yet. In my opinion, at least. And I am not saying this is a good thing. I'm just saying it's a thing.
When you're trying to be social irl, it just feels hard. Even online, I'm not super social (although I'm like a tiny bit better than I am irl). But it's easy to go to the dumb robot and say things. Perhaps a psychologist would have a field day with this. I don't know. But I just thought it was worth making this post to note stuff and discuss how I now see what Hephaestus means. I honestly do.
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introvertlifestyle · 9 months
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BTW, being an introvert is not the same thing as being shy.
Introversion is an inborn temperament.
Shyness is a form of social anxiety.
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humapkehaikaun · 9 months
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He looked at her, she looked at him, he raises his eyebrows in the most beautiful way, to admire her beauty. and she immediately greets him she frowns, she raised, she teased, she pleased in the flow to tell him how madly she fallen in love with him, and then she down her eyelashes, and her face blushed with shyness, which draw the beautiful curve on her face, and the dimple start twinkle ..
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