shy

Eek.

I'm having drinks with a bunch of strangers from the internet* tonight, and I suddenly realized I have a number of things to do before I head off to the brewery to meet them, so this will be quick and poorly proofread.

*They're fellow members of a forum I frequent. I think of them as "the tiny people who live inside my computer," or more succinctly as "the internerds."

The prospect of meeting strangers in a bar is giving me a slight case of the wig, not in the vein of "oh noes, abducted by preverts!" but in the foot-shuffling, pavement-gazing, first-day-of-school way. Bars are not my favorite thing: for medical reasons, I oughtn't to drink right now, and a bad ear means I can't hear where it's noisy.

And then there's the shyness. It's not that I'm shy, but that I suffer from the illusion that I'm shy. "What if they don't like me? What if I can't talk to them?" I mewed jokingly to The Fella last night. He gave me the eyebrow and pointed out that I talk to everybody. And everybody talks back.

I am participating in NaBloPoMo.