Shyness is a kink in the soul, a special category, a dimension that opens out into solitude. Moreover, it is an inherent suffering, as if we had two epidermises and the one underneath rebelled and shrank back from life. Of the things that make up a man, this quality, this damaging thing, is a part of the alloy that lays the foundation, in the long run, for the perpetuity of the self.
Reading these words consoled me quite a bit. I hope that you shy and lonely and wonderful people out there feel the same solace I felt on reading them.
(Apologies for the complete lack of activity from my part. Passing through another rough patch, for a change.