Am I the only one?

20130809-100911.jpg When I walk into a room, I think I'm the only one.

The only one feeling insecure. The only one wanting to hide in a corner. The only one with flashbacks of being a nerd in high school.

The voices begin.... That person won't want to talk to me. Wow, that person is so much cuter than I am. I won't have anything to talk about with that person. I wish I could be like that person.

Insecurities fly. And I am lonely among the faces of the crowd.

Until I pursue. And realize that I am not the only one. That most people are hiding and scared and waiting for someone else to talk first.

The relationships are there. If I only have the courage to say hello.

Five Minute FridayThis post is linking up with Lisa Jo Baker’s Five Minute Friday. A weekly prompt with strict instructions: write for 5 minutes and post. No over-editing. No do-overs. An practice of freedom. A way to let go of perfectionism. An exercise for some not often used writing muscles. Read more posts or link up over there. Today’s prompt was: LONELY.