Diffident

I had a dream to be an extrovert, I opened a café and when people came I didn´t know how to behave so I told them to get lost. I had a beautiful café… clean and empty and I said to myself tomorrow I will not be shy open it and welcome guests. but I never got around opening it again. My sister´s boy was like me he made furniture, beautiful pieces – an artist. He opened a shop trying to sell his stuff, but when people came he hid in one of his wardrobes and did´t come out before prospective costumers had gone. It is tough to be paralyzing shy, once in Paris, France, I was reading poetry on a stage, so petrified I had no idea what I was doing there so I ran out and drowned in the Parisian night. Full of whisky and valium I danced tango on a table and didn´t fall off. which goes to prove that an introvert is a person who has lost the key to his inner self.