tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552008677135601658.post4352334531207026750..comments2023-09-08T11:23:11.872-04:00Comments on Someone Smiled From Out a Yellow Window: Red LineSamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17653305631817984566noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552008677135601658.post-62517304734841706462010-08-27T14:45:30.894-04:002010-08-27T14:45:30.894-04:00Thank you, Lija :)Thank you, Lija :)Samhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17653305631817984566noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552008677135601658.post-59883181925138650382010-08-26T22:17:39.949-04:002010-08-26T22:17:39.949-04:00Well, it's up to you. You be the one to turn ...Well, it's up to you. You be the one to turn and strike up a conversation. My first semester of school I made a few friends, but I was shy and hid myself while my roommate had a natural knack for breaking down social barriers and would knock on the doors of the rooms around ours to ask for math help, see if anyone wanted to go get icecream, or just to chat. The room across from ours, a quad of freshman boys, was her favorite haunt, and I would often pass their door and hear her laughing or playing games with them. I was too shy to knock myself, although I knew the boys a bit from passing encounters. It took me until sometime near the end of November to come join them myself. Of course once I did, it was wonderful- Two of the four became two of my closest friends at school. You are a much more outgoing person than me, so I don't doubt you will be one of the ones knocking on doors, breaking down barriers, and making the conversations, not waiting for those around you to make the effort. Chances are they are like me- just waiting for someone to invite them in.<br />~LTAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com