It's called booze.
PSY 220, folks (or maybe Sociology?): Walk into a room of extroverts, feed them coke or meth, give them something to do, and they no longer talk to each other. That's why Ritalin and Adderall work. Walk into a room of shy introverts, have 'em put away a few Tequizas or goofballs, and they're fucking Chatty Cathy dolls.
The real article, if you're interested in showing to a job interview without Jameson on the breath.
But, seriously, what's wrong with shy? "Cure" insinuates an affliction or disease.
Cure also insinuates Robert Smith.
...which insinuates introverts.
What the fuck?
I'm done.
No, not forever, just today.
Monday, June 23, 2008
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