After an hour of figuring out what we were going to do, I saw Shy again. The guy has no decision-making skills, and I have learned that he can’t plan even a few hours in advance for things. He over thinks.
He was less strange, but I only felt once in the whole night that I saw a glimpse of his real personality. The rest of the night it was clouded by other friends with us, the group dynamic, and his irrepressible need to both be close to me and push me away like I’m diseased. I wonder if maybe he doesn't know how to act with a girl who is his friend, not his girlfriend? Funny. And they say girls are complicated.
Also, every time I see him I end the night with odd bug bites on my legs. Maybe he’s a shaman in disguise, and he is plotting my eventual death via slowly getting bitten by a million bugs until one night a deadly, venomous one shows up? Then again, maybe I’m just outside more often when we’re hanging out. Who knows?
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I can understand -- and from this brief glimpse into your life, I think you can -- over-thinking things. But not to the extent where you can't make a decision about going out. But it could be he was trying to organise his evil insect forces of darkness, and needed more time.
Curse him and my inevitable death!
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