First off, I think it's awesome that you named this phenomenon "The Twelves." Brilliant!
Secondly, it likely won't surprise you that I suffer from the same affliction (we are 100% compatible, after all.) The difference for me is that, instead of turning into a statue, I have this need to appear "popular" by talking to anyone with whom I have ever shared an elevator, making me come off as unabashedly phony and generally unbearable.
Anyway, I realized that The Twelves usually come around for me in a party scenario, when I am most insecure, and worried that nobody will want to talk to me (let alone my crush.) So, instead of yammering on, I have learned to take a few deep breaths (seriously), smile like I mean it, and ask the person next to me a question about himself. Pretty soon you're smiling and you do mean it, and odds are that your crush will be attracted to your confidence. From what I have been told, guys really dig that.
You're lime green with little, aqua polka dots, and you're fabulous. You deserve to find Mr. Yellow-and-Crimson-Stripes.
embrace your hue
Date: 2008-03-18 12:54 pm (UTC)Secondly, it likely won't surprise you that I suffer from the same affliction (we are 100% compatible, after all.) The difference for me is that, instead of turning into a statue, I have this need to appear "popular" by talking to anyone with whom I have ever shared an elevator, making me come off as unabashedly phony and generally unbearable.
Anyway, I realized that The Twelves usually come around for me in a party scenario, when I am most insecure, and worried that nobody will want to talk to me (let alone my crush.) So, instead of yammering on, I have learned to take a few deep breaths (seriously), smile like I mean it, and ask the person next to me a question about himself. Pretty soon you're smiling and you do mean it, and odds are that your crush will be attracted to your confidence. From what I have been told, guys really dig that.
You're lime green with little, aqua polka dots, and you're fabulous. You deserve to find Mr. Yellow-and-Crimson-Stripes.