Hi, I'm Mike, and I am shy. I'm a shy guy. I was a shy kid.
I was so shy as a kid that I didn't say a word in kindergarten. Not one word. My teacher would say to me, "You can have some candy if you can say 'please'." I would look back and shake my head, saying nothing.
While gaily giggling, the girls stripped to their garters and g-strings. On fluffy pillows they frolicked and pounced. Their teasing touches turned on coy smiles.
"So when do you girls get naked?" I asked.
How do you know there is chemistry? How do you know when there's that spark, that special something between you and her?
I am a great wingman. A truly magnificent beast of a wingman.
I am always ready to take one for the team, especially if it means the squadron leader can take home the prize.
NOTE: This is a humor article and not a serious resource on how to deal with paranoia. If you're looking for real information, you can find some at Wikipedia, Schizophrenia.com, MindDisorders.com, or Mental Health Care. Take care.
Today's self-help topic: Dealing with Paranoia.
It's not everyday that you hear a grown man in the bathroom say (I really heard someone say this):
"Please go outside. I cannot make pee pee while you stand there."
Weekly random rambles, musings & writings of Mike Lee in San Francisco, CA