when i was young, some girls were drawn to my shyness, though not to me, when i had long curly locks and no crows feet and craggy brow looking both scared and scary and old.

while sam's in there wrestling with the beast with the long neck and mad sucking head. must help, too shy. must kill the beast.

still, i'm a dweller on the threshold.

what abut how the schools, the fambly, the society, program a person 2b shy? (garden variety shyness)

for some people shyness appears to be a chosen, preferred, lifestyle, for the rest, it's a prison sentence without parole.

copp! that girl's HOT, please go and talk to her!shh.

And the prisoner-within decides not to risk the dangerous freedom of a spontaneous life, and meekly complies. phil zimbardo

it's never gunna end, it's a mere culmination.