When I Understand.

Life is good.

When I understand that being a social butterfly isn't hard.


In high school (at least here,) all you have to do to be liked by most people is flirt and always have something to say.

If a person only criticizes others, it is because they have nothing else to say or they feel bad about themselves, so they mock.

After all, one cannot stay socially vibrant if they contain the words hiding in their throat, slithering back down to their stomach.

That's what I find hardest about being "social."

ALWAYS having something to say.

And if I can't think of anything....


....


...awkwardness follows.


If I try too hard, I blurt something ridiculous and before you know it, I vomited the most droll and absurd words that lead to no interesting conversation.

And that's why I sometimes fail at talking.


Other times, the confidence grows in me, like a plant on steroids or something.  All of a sudden, the conversation busts and blooms and grows into something very exciting.


Giddiness results when good conversations and laughs are combined.


Maybe it's not about accepting being alone, maybe it's about learning how to converse and relate to people you barely know.

And then you get to know them.

-Mallory