I still don’t know how to make small talk that isn’t awkward.
I still don’t know how to graciously receive gifts.
I still don’t know how to talk to cute boys without getting nervous and saying odd things.
I still can’t parallel park very well.
I still can’t consistently cook good rice.
I still have troubles getting up the nerves to call people.
I still think about you much more than I should.
I still care what people think about me.I’m growing up. I’m still learning. I’m figuring out how this all works.
But I’m still not there yet.
This spoke to me months ago when I first saw it, and it still does, maybe even more now that I’m living on my own-or almost own-you know what I mean.