I avoid socialising like the plague because I am socially challenged, phobic, whatever. However, on occasion, I’ve forced myself to be sociable in order to try and fit in, often with disastrous consequences.
This was one such occasion..
Sometime in the 1990s
I found myself agreeing to meeting up with my work colleagues for a drink.
Needless to say, NIGHTMARE!
I don’t remember how I got to the pub. What I do remember is feeling all those fight or flight symptoms that my body produces when it thinks it’s in danger.
The danger of having to walk into an unfamiliar building.
The danger of having to locate my work colleagues without the aid of a mobile phone.*
The danger of having to act ‘normal’.
I walked into the pub. I was possibly only standing there for a few minutes, but it might as well have been hours. I didn’t know…
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