Monday, July 21, 2014
This morning I nicked my sister's pink lipstick and set out to get quotes from the general public, for a newspaper article that I'm writing. I cruised by the cafe where I intended to find interviewees, then pulled into the jampacked parking lot. I was about to swing out again and park on the street, but I was struck by a sudden surge of shyness. How do I just go up to people and ask them questions? It seems impossible. I dragged the minivan into a U-turn and trundled home.
After getting back, I flopped onto the couch and told my mom, "I can't do it! I can't just talk to people!" Wise as ever, my mother reminded me that I know plenty of people who I could call up and ask for opinions. She said, "Don't start with the most difficult possible option." My mom has the audacity to be right about everything. Thank goodness for that! She's also pretty good at selecting scarves: