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Tales of a Recovered Caterpillar Feeling: antisocial This made me giggle:
I used to think I had Social Anxiety Disorder, although in truth I was just very shy and insecure. No one knew, because when meeting people I'd plaster on a paper-thin smile and pretend to be gregarious and sweet and cute and bouncy while inwardly my stomach tied in knots and I thought, "Oh my God! What if they don't like me? Then I'll have to see them all the time and think, 'That person doesn't like me. Why don't they like me? Did I do something wrong to make them not like me? What can I change to make them like me? I'll bet they're sitting there thinking about how stupid and ugly I am right now and they're probably right...' and if they do like me, then I have to keep being this fake smiley person so that they'll keep liking me and it'll be so exhausting and I want to run away now..." Then I got to college. And despite my best efforts, some people didn't like me (::coughCharlieBrowncough::). And when I wasn't even trying, some people did like me. The people who did like me convinced me that it was because of who I was, not what I did, and those who didn't like me pissed me off sufficiently to the point where I could say, "Fuck you, you're stupid for not liking me. Now you don't get to have me for a friend. Your loss." And life got better. All without the help of Zoloft. But the little blushing pebble guy is still really cute. Comments? 0 so far... | Procrastination finally grows some teeth - 2010-11-29 Necessity: the Mother of Invention - 2010-11-29 Enforced Work Ethic - 2010-11-28 A Week of Perfect Nothings - 2010-11-28 4 more days - 2010-11-27 Alms for the Poor? |