We're all self-conscious;
I'm just the first to admit it.
--- Kanye West
I wouldn't say I'm shy per se, but I'm very aware of
things going on around me and figure that every time something happens with people that it might be the
pheromones.
For example...
I walk to the bus stop. This guy is wearing this really nice suit. The guy
seriously could've been in a magazine, but he seemed to be just a normal guy as far as knowing he looked good in
that suit goes (aka didn't have a cocky air about him). I complimented his suit. Now, as soon as this happens, my
mind is already racing: "Did the pheromones make it easy for me to say that? Did it make me notice the suit because
I'm in a good mood to appreciate the beauty in the world and now I felt like speaking my appreciation for a nice
outfit?" Honestly, I don't go around complimenting strangers' outfits and I don't usually speak up at all unless
spoken to in the whole bus thing (except to say hello and thank the bus driver every trip).
Later, I walk in the
office and it's social hour. Did the -mones create a more talkative atmosphere? When I walked by, everyone was very
talkative, friendly, and nice. I even made a joke as I walked by and got big smiles from it. The cubemate in front
of me and another coworker were chatting it up for 20 minutes this morning right in front of me. Was it the -mones
that heightened this?
So you see, when I say I'm self-conscious, what I'm really trying to say is that I
can't 'forget' I'm wearing them because every time something high on social activity happens, I question whether
it's randomness, a good day, the -mones, or the fact that I'm a sexy b*tch (just kidding). Seriously, though, I
can't seem to shut it off because I'm so good at analyzing everything and noticing the details.
Note: 3
sprays of Chikara (white sprayer version; 1 hair, 1 chest, 1 neck)
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