1. I can encourage people. There was that guy at the shop - he was selling cars. Somehow people believe me and tell me their stories. I wish them all the good and nothing bad, after all. I guess, people can feel it. Anyway, that guy told me everything - about his birthplace, jobs he had since 14 years old, his family, his ambitions etc. And I actually told him to go on and try to pursue his dream and there it was - something in his eyes that still makes me utterly happy and excited to know I did something good to him. Because it felt like he had all the courage and determination and will and oh it felt good.
2. I am not shy. At least not when I'm with my bf. I want to touch and kiss him all the time. Well, you know. And I realized that a few months ago the problem actually was not me being shy, but me being unable to touch people. As far as I remember I felt a little bit of disgust when people touched me, so I tried not to touch them and did not let them touch me. Especially people whom I liked, because I did not want to feel those things for them. Anyway, I am not sure for others (somehow I came to disliking mother's caress) but I certainly have no such problem with that exact guy, with whom I'm spending so much time now.
3. I like paper. All my desk is cluttered with piles of paper/postcards/boxes/small notebooks/cool advertisement etc etc. I just feel good seeing all this paper around me. I feel calm.
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