Speaking in Silver

I've wondered several times why I happen to suffer so much from shyness when I'm in front of people. I've been thinking about this lately, as I've noticed that I'm able to write and say things here on the internet that I would never dare to speak out loud.
For example, the fiction stories that I've been publishing here (and which I hope to continue publishing in the future). I'm quite certain that I would never be able to show them to anyone face to face, even less if I were to tell them to someone. Nevertheless, I find myself quite capable of putting them on display here on my blog, and I am able to remain cool about it.

It wouldn't be a problem if it weren't for my incredible ability (or inability) to try to conceal my akwardness by starting to speak nonsense, sometimes achieving weird looks from my friends and sometimes being completely misunderstood. When I get home, I start pondering on what I've said, what I've done, and what could have been misinterpreted and what I should have said or done instead. Not for long though, as I have already come somewhat to terms with my issues, and am able to leave them behind and stop worrying about them shortly afterwards.

But a few times I find myself haunted by those decisions, and I must reflect on the choices I made and why I didn't act according to my honest desires. Wondering how to prevent myself from making the same mistakes I've done before.
I wish and hope that someday I'll be able to speak out.