her: why arent you talking? you seem so anti-social
me: i have restuarant anxiety
her: ha!
she thought it was a joke. but it wasnt.
i now believe that i have a social anxiety disorder.
i hate meeting new people.
especially at restuarants.
i am afraid of being uncouth.
i dont know which fork is my salad fork.
i cant think of another example.
but there are more i assure you.
i also dont like talking to people.
i know that it seems like i do
but i dont.
i assure you that if i tell you anything it has been long rehearsed in my mind.
new people ask new questions.
thats why i dread meeting them.
unless, i am around people that i already know.
because if i get stuck i can call for back up.
i am not sure if what i have written makes sense at all.
i am really REALLY tired.
but...
....ummm....
....now i cant think of what i was going to say.
12:29 a.m. - 2002-12-15
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