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I wasn’t really looking forward to going to my night class, last night.  I’d been really suffering with my sinuses through the day, to the point where I thought I had a cold, and I could barely breathe through my nose at all.  Which had the effect of making me constantly feel tired and fed up.  Added to the fact that the week before, the girl who sits beside me was off, and I didn’t know if she’d packed it in, or just taken a night off.  Read More »

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When i went to my class last night, I was already planning to push myself a little bit.  I wanted to try and experiment with eye contact.  I didn’t really know how, or when i’d go about it, or even who with, but i just knew i wanted to challenge it.

• Taking the bull by the horns and holding on tight!

As mentioned in my last post, i had a reasonably prolonged conversation with the girl sat at the desk behind me.  This girl, probably in her mid-20s, is quite friendly, uses a lot of eye contact and is generally quite expressive.  Read More »

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In my night class last night, I had socializing thrust upon me.   “For fun,” apparently.

We were split into groups, and had to discuss “Persuasive topics.”  It worked out as quite a good thing, as it pretty much confirmed that my inability to socialize is more about a lack of practise and effort, than it is about shyness or lack of confidence.

I probably ended up being one of the main speakers of our group, or at least thereabouts.  But, i did notice something and it made me think, and you know the rules by now, if something makes me think, it’ll likely end up here in a nice, long ramble.  Read More »

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Little Jamie Knolls sat pawing at his bruised and battered teddy bear. He was five and a quarter years old, the quarter was important and he’d always been sure to put people right, should they leave it off.

The teddy bear had been a birthday present on his third birthday, from a friend of the family. He had almost instantly named it Rolo, after his favourite chocolate treat.

It was a deep, chocolate brown, and had once been plush and plump, but now seemed a little frayed around the edges. The fact it had been played with every day since their introduction, meant it was looking a little gaunt too, from constant squeezing.

In a moment of sheer frustration, only the night before, he had pulled one of it’s eyes out and thrown it across the room. The gesture had worked and his Mother had immediately given in and offered him “just one biscuit”, by way of a compromise.

It was this new injury he sat trying to fix now. Read More »