Introspective

What I missed out on in the social interaction department last night, I definitely made up for today. What a crazy evening. I'm continually reminded of the fact that I'm not the shy 18-year-old me who's scared of looking people in the eyes. My smalltalk skills have skyrocketed from non-existent to willingly talking to strangers for hours. I did that tonight.

I went to this improv show by myself and a girl new to the show started asking me questions while we were standing in line and I hung out with her and her boyfriend the rest of the evening. She's Swedish, the kind that actually grew up there and speaks the language, but her family moved to California about five years ago. This is where these guys still live, they were just visiting New York for a couple of days. They were fun and we talked to some other people in line and I'm never gonna see any of them again. I find that to be such a scary thought. Maybe it's more bizarre than scary. I didn't get any numbers, I don't even know if I got all of their names correct.

People I've met the last few years don't believe me when I say I'm shy, 'cause apparently I'm not anymore. I'm really liking this outgoing me, it's the beginning of something big.

Here's a photo I took at MoMA today when I went to see the Norwegian film Happy, Happy (Sykt lykkelig) at the New Directors/New Films film festival. I really liked it and after the screening this new version of me went up to the director to tell her I liked her movie.


I think it's pretty fitting to the overall theme of this post. I'm being introspective while suddenly finding myself in these new situations.

Isn't It Ironic? pt. 2

So between writing my last post and my journalism class, I randomly met one of the girls from said class and we talked a little and she encouraged me to just write something for the class. So I did parts of the homework and felt a little better going into class. After class, the same girl and another girl from this class were taking the train home together and it's the same train I take so I asked if I could join. "Yes, ma'am," was the response I got. And then they asked if I was okay, the girl from before class had noticed that I wasn't in the best of moods.

We took the train together and at home my American roommate was actually there and not busy with guests so we hung out for a little bit in the kitchen while making and eating food. I guess I was just very deprived of social interaction. I feel better now, but I still miss you guys! (Hello, English. It just happened.)

xoxo