That I * chose * to go on.
As you know,
I've suffered from chronic
shyness all my life.
It has followed me around like a shadow since
I took my first step.
So why do I ask to go on courses that involve role play?
* Shudder.*
However it was perfect not to have to face
the heat of the hospital,
and I got to wear my pretty pink skirt.
The one with the flowers on.
I wore a white tee with it
and sandals that sparkled in the sun
when I walked.
Heck I even painted my toes the prettiest shade of pink.
The venue,
was a picture postcard church.
On the hour,
every hour,
the church bell rang.
Needless to say,
I cowered in the corner and listened.
And watched.
Pretended I was in the Big Brother house.
In the group we had...
the closet lesbian,
little miss angry,
mr mouthy ( he never shut up, the whole day)
mr patronising git,
Little miss creativity ( there's always one, isnt there?)
and me.
Lurking in the corner like a demented spider
waiting to be caught.
Tomorrow,
I've to do it all again.
* Sigh*
