I hate talking to people
well, not my friends.
I like them
I hate talking to the help
center over the phone
and I hate calling into a
restaurant to see if there's
any room.
I can't do it. I'll embarrass
myself.
I'll make a mess of my words
and I'll be the joke they tell to
their coworkers.
I've heard it's not supposed
to be embarassing to
ask for, , no pickles' or ask for
a ride, but I know I can never
get it right.
It's easy you know.
Human decency.
Social interactions.
But I can't talk to strangers.
I just can't interact to others on my own.
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Comments1
There's many people that suffer from social anxiety, overthinking things to the point of fear and embarrassment. I, being the poster child for them, can relate to this write. Your feelings are clear and presented with that for a good read.
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