Twelve

My uncle knows I'm hiding something even when I'm faking the most cheerful smile. I don't know how he does it, but it kinda freaked me out. He came to my house for a small gathering today. He asked me to sit down and talk to him.

The old folks think I'm an asshole because I don't interact with my relatives. Honestly, Its not that I don't want to talk to them. It's just, I'm .. shy. And not just shy, I don't have self-confidence. I shit you not. I really have a self-confidence problem. I don't go around giving opinions to people. I keep it all to myself. Why? Because I don't want to sound stupid. 

The first question he asked was "How do you express yourself". I didn't even know how to answer that because I don't blog that much, I don't tweet that much, and I don't write either. And that was when I started thinking how do I express myself. 

And so he asked me to express more, give people my opinion, and don't ever think I would sound stupid because everybody has the same problem. Well, I hope this helps. *fingers crossed*