ASK MR. GREGARIOUS

DEAR GREG:

I'm a stay-at-home dad without any children. I don't get out much, unless you count never. I have agoraphobia. I have my food sent in and my laundry sent out. I'd like to turn things around. What do you suggest?

SHUT-IN

DEAR SHUT-IN:

Grab for all the gusto you can! Meet life head on! Don't look back!

DEAR GREG:

I'm terminally bashful. I can't even face myself in the mirror when I put on makeup. Consequently, I look like a clown. Please advise.

SHYBOOTS THE CLOWN

DEAR SHYBOOTS:

Strike up a conversation with somebody on the bus! Throw caution to the wind! Let a smile be your umbrella!

DEAR GREG:

I'm a former politician and a convicted felon under house arrest. My ankle bracelet pretty much keeps me at home, so I don't see a lot of people other than my parole officer. How can I retain my schmoozing skills?

ILLINOIS BOY

DEAR BOY:

Grab life by the collar! Wake up and smell the flowers! Join a lodge!

DEAR GREG:

I'm a misanthrope and I hate everybody, so I don't socialize much. But I like it this way.  And by the way, screw you!

BITTER LADY

DEAR BL:

Take charge! Get out and meet people! Join Facebook!

DEAR GREG:

I'm a tortured soul and I have the documentation to prove it. I'm under a suicide watch at the moment, which is why I'm writing this with a crayon. Is there hope for me?

HOWLING IN WARD 9

DEAR HOWLING:

Put on a happy face! Get a lobotomy! Start a blog!