I'm very shy in a crowd.
I'm shy and can't for the life of me barge around and slap people on the back. I sit in a corner by myself and am tickled to death when someone comes over to talk to me.
I've spent my whole life not talking to people, and I don't see why I should start now.
I'd rather be in my house crying than be sitting with someone talking about shoes, y'know?
I'd rather dig a ditch than go to a dinner party with people I don't know.
I don't have a lot to share with other men. My heart sinks when I get into a taxi and someone starts talking to me about football.
I still get a few dirty looks over the racks in the supermarket, but nobody kicks me in the shins on Water Street. I've made sort of a point, apart from being a social dud, not to fraternize with the people I write about.
I was fairly solitary. I didn't like structured learning. People didn't seem to be my cup of tea.
I was definitely the kid in the back of the class with his head down the whole time not wanting to speak up and say anything.
I am shy by nature, a person who's always found something burdensome about human interaction and who probably always will, at least to some degree.
Communicating with people was found to be like suffering judgment. In fact, it was almost impossible for me to dwell upon earthly matters, and equally impossible for me to bring the mind down to mundane thoughts and general conversations.
