Socially Awkward Book Novels & Stories

* * * Powered by Google Hmm. How to start this... my name is Koltin Barnes and you probably know my obnoxious jock tongue wrestling brother: Colton Barnes. Punny isn't it? Talk to my dad about that will ya? Forget him though, this is a book about me and how swagtastic I AM. I'm the morals, culture, and brains of the bunch but also a social train wreck. Yeah, talk to some distant relative that made me inherit Asperger's Syndrome. Then there's the fact that I like a potential shrink and oh man, this is gonna be a ride!

I blurted. Awkwardness, a dance of missteps and misunderstandings, where words stumble and silence speaks volumes. It's a delicate balance between humor and discomfort, a canvas painted with shades of embarrassment and uncertainty, creating a tapestry of human vulnerability and imperfection. ‘I don't want to be here!’

She tried. It was awkward, at first—the specific awkwardness of someone who had been entirely work-focused for nearly two decades and who had therefore lost the conversational fluency that social situations required. She went to three gatherings and said the wrong things at two of them and said too little at the third and went home each time feeling more like the High Healer than a person. She went back anyway.

Sammie’s outfit screamed Sammie, not grungy dive attire. The scent of the atmosphere smelled a little dark and broody. Not my scene. I sat alone in the corner like the freaking reject. I know we don’t like to talk about it. But there is always that awkward friend in the group. Hello! It's me, awkward. I hoped to never repeat this experiment.

I said with a greeting smile. I met Eliza while we were working at a local restaurant. She was really nice and befriended me right away. Totally opposite of how I am. Though we have different personalities, we, for the most part, got along. "Did you order already" she asked me as I stood up to give her a hug. I shook my head side to side and replied, "I was reminiscing about living here and phased out a bit." From what I have been told ever since I was young, I had a chip on my shoulder, or I was called a bitch. I don't agree with that statement at all, the thing is, I am very socially awkward. To anyone who knows what socially awkward is, well that was and is me. Especially in a new environ

Sighing I glance down at my coffee cup shaking my head at the black cold liquid sitting right next to my laptop, my hair is tied up into a careless knot again, and am still in my usual oversized sweats which is practically swallowing my frame like armor. Yeah! Like I said welcome to the story of my life! Well, I know what you’re probably thinking how does a socially inept, awkward, overthinking girl like myself end up rich, successful, and a bestselling author? How does someone who freezes mid conversation, apologizes for breathing too loudly, and spends her weekends avoiding human contact suddenly have a career where thousands no millions of people hang on her every word? The short answer?

So, I believed we would all agree to my suggestion because we were all K-pop fans. “How about Samgyeopsal Party?” “Well, that the best idea ever.” Roz said. “And Soju, of course!” Lexy added. **** So, after getting all the things we need for our party at that night. We passed through a bookstore. I told them that there was a book I wanted to buy. So, I asked them to stop by and look for some psychology books or any book that could help us to our internship. While roaming around the store, there was a book which caught my attention and that was “Overcoming Extreme Introversion”. I didn’t know if there were such words as extreme introversion but when I opened the book, it was not really the bo

Azrael asked. “I haven’t gone far into the book but it’s a story based on an actual schizophrenic patient the writer knew; it was meant to educate the public about various mental disorders in the mental asylum they call hell. I thought it would be fun reading a genre I’m not too familiar with.” I explained as I touched the front of the book. “I can recommend something if you get hitched. Utopia by Kelvin McLean. It’s about a nymphomaniac struggling to overcome his issue so that he can be in a happy relationship with the woman he’s been in love with for seven years.” Azrael recommended.

I’m not very used to people and I’m awkward in social situations. I avoid interacting with people as much as I can. I didn’t want to embarrass myself and have them truly dislike me. Who knows if they only liked me because they didn’t know how weird I could be. The last thing I wanted to do was go back to being an outcast. The unwanted wolfless bastard. “Hi,” I returned her smile. She doesn’t take offense that I took long to reply to her. She just pointed to the empty chair beside me, asking if she could sit. I shrugged, and she took that as a yes, plopping beside me with a soft exhale.

“Your book… it made it feel possible. Not easy. But possible. Like you don’t have to have all the power. You just have to be more annoying.” I laughed. “That’s the unofficial slogan.” On the drive home, exhilarated and exhausted, we dissected the night in the car. “Did you see the guy taking notes during your ‘asymmetrical narrative engagement’ bit?” Chloe asked Arthur from the backseat. “He looked like he was trying to diagram your soul.” “He was a sociology PhD candidate. He asked for my sources,” Arthur said, a hint of smugness in his voice. “I sold three copies of the book,” I said, still amazed. “To actual strangers.”