How things work

It's funny how things work.
And stating this from a current encounter, I think
It's safe to say I'm, socially, a jerk
As everything I do seems to ...well, stink.
Trust me, I get along with people in school
But when I see one of them, at the mall, bowling
alley, grocery store or heck, anywhere
"Outdoors", I pretend, pretend, like a fool
To not notice the undeniable sign of an arm waving
in front of me and just... stare-
Stare immediately down at whatever it is I'm holding, in hopes I might
look like, at least to him or her: a total stranger minding
his own business, until he or she goes out of sight.
And yes, believe me that I never wished for this awkward
side of mine to suddenly succumb my entire being. Really
for me, being this anti-social is almost too backward-
than-the-average-form-of-thinking which is something I used to freely
reject out loud! (On my blog.) So, how the hell did this happen?
I should stop this. But how? Well, I could Google it, or write a rhyme-
Oh crap, here he (or she?!) comes! Alright, time to be brave, and-

I...uh, should probably turn around. My bravery can wait at a later time.
Until then, I'll just sit right here, inside my little egg-shell,
perhaps window shop in case there's a sale in Confidences
that may give way God's gift to me: an extra testicle
with a side of Courage, to face these awkward, usual... "concurrences"

Though, I know, that's not how things usually work.