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"First Impressions"

Bare with me Life forum as I open my little heart to you all.

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.

SHEEPY wrote:
> Bare with me Life forum as I open my little heart to you all.

Congrats on the surgeon job.

mmm..liquid courage.

It's easier to talk to people when you're a bit tipsy. Any worries about people's opinions just go out of the window, which makes things a whole lot easier.

Chr1s wrote:

> Or alcohol. Drinking to the point where you talk more than usual but
> you're still in control and can string a coherent sentence together
> is the time to meet new people.

Very true most of my Uni friendships were made in the bar after a few pints.

Light wrote:
> Most problems of this type can be overcome with a sufficiently large
> ego...

Or alcohol. Drinking to the point where you talk more than usual but you're still in control and can string a coherent sentence together is the time to meet new people.

FinalFantasyFanatic wrote:
> Everyone needs a new Irish mate.
> You know you'll never see them again, but man was it not the best
> night evar.

So true!

Haha, it's all true.

All these people I met last night had travelled everywhere in the world. One spent the Summer in Mexico and got mashed up near the pyramids and met the Zapitista Commie folks.

Well then.

He wasn't even a real person.

Your sickening lonleyness created him... and it will destroy him.

Everyone needs a new Irish mate.
You know you'll never see them again, but man was it not the best night evar.