hanen

Ever heard the term, "Fake it, until you make it"? make a list of general questions, things that gets people talking. don't ask, "what do you like to do?" but more questions like, "what's you're favorite part about it?". To get along with people is easy. Find something you're both commonly interested in. Be as obscene as possible but not rude or offensive. what really helped me was making questions and getting them involved in moving their lips, not their bodies towards the door. The more of your true self comes, the more they'll relax and know that they can joke with you in the same manner without feeling constraint. Make them laugh, not the awkward laugh, and not through exaggerated body movements or acts(using sound effects... with your mouth). basically, don't become the clown

As I became ready to end my torment, I felt something amiss. Something did not feel right. As I gazed upon the eyes of my greatest enemy, my head begins to spin, and my eyes begin to close. The sound around me becomes dull and begins to fade. As the darkness remains and all the sounds mute but my thoughts, “Am I dead?” I wondered. I felt no pain, and recollected no memory of being struck or killed. I suffered no wounds or illness. Perhaps I have exhausted my body and I have merely collapsed from the stress and anxiety. But nonetheless, my conscious, or unconscious, mind heeded my body to rise. But as I lay paralyzed, struggling to move my hands, my legs, and body, fear entered my mind. Perhaps I am truly dead and this is merely the afterlife. I begin to think, perhaps this is where those souls who could not find peace in life end up, where it is nothing, darkness, and mute of all things. It was truly dark in this realm, and saw this as far as I could turn, or what I thought to be my head turning, for there was no up or down, left or right. And upon that realization, I hear a faint whisper but I could not make the words. I turn my head and see a small light flickering in the distance. I move towards it, and as I grew closer, the light grew brighter and the sound became more and more coherent. It was a sound that brought great joy into my heart and the light, brought me peace of mind, for the light, you see, was the sun, and the voice was that of my teacher, gently arousing me awake with his humming of a song. As I looked upon the face of my master, tears overflowed from my eyes. Without missing a beat, he looked upon me and asked, “what is it young one? What did you dream of today?” “Master, I had a dream, a dream of dreams in which turned nightmare, a nightmare into a dream, all but confusing me and leaving me with a question I cannot answer”. My master begins to chuckle “That has confused me as well. What is the question?” he asked. “I had a dream in which I have lived an all too different life, where my life turned to nightmare. Knowing nothing but despair, for 20 years I have wandered and gazed upon the wonders of the world, met people of many colors and characters of both ill repute and virtue, and even fell in love.” “That is quite a tale. You must tell me of it later. I would love to hear it in great detail!”. “I have so much to tell you, Master.” I replied. (revised)