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I'm trying to figure out if I am just paranoid or whether I am a bit of a reject. Whenever I meet new people I just seem to freeze up and not act natural and I get all these negative feelings from them. Maybe they can see the anxiety in my eyes?
Anyway, I went to my student union magazine thing for the second time just there (and got soaking on the way home). The mate who dragged me along last time naffed off to some special lecture so I ended up going alone. I could feel everyone eyeing up the new meat (even though I was there last week) when I walked in. So, most of the way through I just wanted to leave, I ended up sitting next to some middle-upper class tool who insisted on flailing his arms about and for a few minutes I hated him, just waiting for one arm to break my nose making me look like the idiot.
Then all I could think about was why I had bothered trying to crash their little clique, since I suck balls at writing and everything in general.
I'm just on a downer today (Glasgow has been wet and grey forever) and will probably regret saying anything half personal on here.
Sounds like dating advice. :D
I'm being quite serious though, I think I might be a paranoid mentalist.
Sorry laughing at Hedfix's comment, not Sheepys story...
I'm trying to figure out if I am just paranoid or whether I am a bit of a reject. Whenever I meet new people I just seem to freeze up and not act natural and I get all these negative feelings from them. Maybe they can see the anxiety in my eyes?
Anyway, I went to my student union magazine thing for the second time just there (and got soaking on the way home). The mate who dragged me along last time naffed off to some special lecture so I ended up going alone. I could feel everyone eyeing up the new meat (even though I was there last week) when I walked in. So, most of the way through I just wanted to leave, I ended up sitting next to some middle-upper class tool who insisted on flailing his arms about and for a few minutes I hated him, just waiting for one arm to break my nose making me look like the idiot.
Then all I could think about was why I had bothered trying to crash their little clique, since I suck balls at writing and everything in general.