So many poets with poems about pretending to be something they're not, then being like 'this is who I am, deal with it', yet all my life, despite repeated intentions to be outgoing and fun, I've never been able to stop 'quiet weirdo' coming through no matter what? Much to ponder. Yes, there was a second glass of rosé.
Socially awkward will out.
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@alicemcalicepants Elevate it and see the others become insecure about their normality. We are cyclic creatures. Social and then not. Weird and then not. Awkward and then not.
