Go outside. Do something. Talk to someone. I’m telling you. Go. I don’t care if it’s raining, just go out and smell the air around you or make a conversation and just stop pecking in front of the computer screen. Trust me, there’s plenty of time to do that later.
A good writer needs worldly experience. She needs to go out and go places and do things and meet people to draw inspiration from. You know that. Or I do. This whole writing from the future thing is confusing. I don’t know what I can talk about. I’m not even sure if I could tell you about what happened last May, though you’d be ecstatic. All I can say is that you need to get out of your shell more. It will only do you good.
See, there’s a reason humans don’t have shells. It’s because we, unlike the assorted sea mollusks sitting at the bottom of the ocean, need to talk to each other. Communicate. Socialize. People need each other, there’s no denying it. You’re not doing anybody a favor by hiding in the protective shell of a room.
I know it’s scary to exit the shell you’ve made yourself. It’s scary to expose your sensitive, squishy underbelly to the world, because you know it will be poked by somebody vicious. Unfortunately, that hurts. I know.
But when you expose your squishy underbelly to the right people, you’ll find what you want: friends. Deep down, your most desperate desire is to form deep connections with others, something that you haven’t gotten the chance to do because of the people you’ve met so far. But just keep trying, and looking, and you will find them.
I know it’s hard to believe, especially when you sit in your room all day, alone and pretty much friendless. I know it’s hard to see when every time you think about exposing your underbelly, they exploit it. I know it’s inconceivable that you will ever find friends when you’re so different from anyone you’ve ever met. Some days, you just want to give up and live life all alone as a hermit, preferably somewhere with Wi-Fi, so you could still watch YouTube videos and Google things.
Don’t! Don’t lose faith in finding friends or love or happiness, because you will. I know. I’ve been there. You know those stories that you peck out on the keyboard? Keep up with that. It’ll help. You know those books and movies and television shows you love? Keep on loving them. Oh, and hang out at libraries more. You’ll find some like-minded people more.
But most of all, don’t be afraid. Why should you be? You’re a lovely young lady whom I care for deeply and a true pleasure to be around. Listen to the people who compliment you; they’re right. Anybody would be glad to have you as a friend. And it’s a rather low chance that a stranger will bite.
P.S. You really should stop biting your nails.