(Music Mondays)Lets trade this store for the silence of my room.

Music Mondays.

We’ll see how how long this lasts for, but I figure I need some consistency and structure in my life. Most people do Fridays Feast, I started Thursdays Thought however nobody really answered my question:

Isn’t a boneless chicken wing just a chicken nugget?

So, I figure, given the lack of participation, and now that I’m back to blogging for therapeutic rather than theatrical reasons I’ll post about something that I really do love. Something that keeps me motivated, makes me realize I’m not alone, a good way to past time and something I’m not sure I could live without.

Music.

So here it is. To the start of Music Mondays.

Single File ~ “The Grocery Store”

I love music I can relate to, and I can relate to this song pretty well. I have a hard time talking to women as it is, let alone strangers in a grocery store, although I’ve seen alot of beautiful ladies I would have loved to at least said hello to.

I never get the chance to say hello though, I will usually steal a glance every now and then, and when I do a cloud of negative thoughts go through my mind. The first thought is ALWAYS ALWAYS “She’s out of my league …”. Then I get so mad, so resentful I start to think negatively. “She’s got a millionaire boyfriend …” or “She’s only interested in underwear super models …”. I suppose that’s why I’m single. No confidence. Usually when I get to thinking these negative thoughts, I’m usually frozen in my tracks as she passes. I’ll look up for a split second, we’ll lock eyes, and then I’ll pretend to go back to being my normal shy self, and that is to stare at the floor.

Right, because staring at the floor is normal.

I’m not sure what it is. Fear of rejection. Me not wanting to come across as some smooth suave dude which I’m not, or being an extrovert for a change. Besides, I don’t want a homeless guy asking me for change while I’m shopping, so I figure ladies don’t want to be bothered by some guy trying to dry hump her leg.

Right?

I just wish I could grow some big brass balls. Until then, I guess I’m stuck staring at the floor.

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