Fear of the unknown?

There's a part of me that loves doing new things. Things I've never done before. Things other people have done before, and recommended me to do, and then of course things even other people haven't done but I would love to do. Or so I think. There's a part of me that loves venturing into places unknown, with every face a stranger. There's a part of me that loves making new friends, where no one remains a stranger.

But then there's this whole other part of me that shies away from everything new. Clams up in front of new people. Sticks to the same old known destinations. And somehow, lately this introvert in me seems to be dominating that free spirited extrovert. Wonder why.

Once bitten, twice shy they say. May be I've become more cynical and bitter about new things now. May be the years taught me to get tough, and not yield to strangers. May be seeing more warned me of potential disasters. May be I just got wound up somewhere between the urge to explore the unknown and what I can only call the fear of the unknown.