Are you comfortable in front of people, or does the idea of public speaking make you want to hide in the bathroom? Why?
Me? Public speaking? That’s akin to asking the wallpaper to burst into song.
Not that it was always this way. I did go to drama school, after all, and there was a time when I almost became the fun-loving extrovert Geminis are assumed to be. But it was brief. These days, I wouldn’t need to hide in the bathroom. I wouldn’t be there in the first place. Bolshie and outspoken as I may seem on paper (or on the screen, if you want to nitpick), at social events (other than family) I shrivel and die.
I could map the evolution of my cowardice through the labyrinths of my life, but really, who cares? Being a semi-hermit is blissfully peaceful.