I am irrationally critical of shy people. I don’t know why… my higher self knows that being judgmental of introverts is like beating baby seals. They are probably shy because they are concerned with being liked, and then I go ahead and not like someone for being shy. What is wrong with me? Did I tell you I happen to have a shy baby? That is karma for you.

You know how when you meet a mom and her child, and the kid hides behind their mom’s legs, or makes that shy face and boroughs into the her arms? Back in the day I used to blame the mom for not forcing her kid to get out into the world and entertain me, but now I get it. For one, you can’t make someone be something they are not, and for two, it is way cuter when you are the one they are snuggling up to.

The funny thing about The Munch, is that she can be so shy that she turns bashful if I have someone on speaker phone. She gets this cute little flirty “I am shy” look, and then hides her head in my arm pit which she immediately regrets. It takes her a minute to warm up to people and feel comfortable around them.

My cousin once told me that there is something special about getting shy or even mean people to like you. It is not like when someone who likes everyone also happens to like you… this person is selective about whom they open up to. So when you actually get them to be your friend, it feels like an accomplishment. Like you are some how more unique and worthy then the rest of the world.

Thanks to The Munch, I am much more empathetic to so many people that I would have previously just written off. If there is one thing your baby will teach you, it is what a jerk you are.