Will the real Tallulah please stand up?

A common misconception about me is that I’m proud. Meaning either stuck up or full of myself. If someone doesn’t call me proud, they usually say I’m a snob. If not this, I’m a bitch. If not this, I’m the quiet chic with the noisy friends. I get that one a lot. LOL. I was recently out with a group of friends, and one of my friends brought with her some new friends. I’ve been through this procedure a zillion times. Hi, this is….. meet my friend……and the convo should supposedly flow from this point on, right? WRONG. I’ve failed to bring myself to do it. The occasional sip of an alcoholic beverage usually helps, but not really. And I don’t want to be that girl who can only speak when she’s under the influence, you know what I mean?  Now let me tell you something about myself. I am a self proclaimed introvert. I find it extremely hard to say what I feel, I’m a lot more comfortable crying into a pillow ’til the ache goes away. I don’t consider myself proud, I’m actually extremely shy. So shy that back in school even if I was burning with what I was sure was the correct answer, I would never raise my hand. So shy that however badly I’m dying to join a conversation, I won’t because I think what I might say will be stupid, and I’ll become a laughing stalk. So shy that I would never EVER strike up a conversation with a stranger, regardless of the interest he or she might have shown in speaking to me. WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME?? Seriously, I need help. Feel free to offer your advice, or better still, the number of your shrink. ‘Til next time. Peace, T.