I spin around on the swivel chair and look up at the ceiling; Oliver being Oliver being Oliver being Oliver. I am suddenly aware of the separation between my-actual-self and myself-as-seen-by-others. Who would win in an arm wrestle? Who is better-looking? Who has the higher IQ?
I am naturally pretty shy. I've come out of it a pretty good bit because I'm kind of a strange combination of being really shy and also being a born entertainer. I've got both in me and I guess it depends on my surroundings as to what's going to come out more prominently.