Posted on August 9, 2012 with 3 notes.
Why is it that I get terrible social anxiety just stepping foot in a bar? The first question that always comes to mind is usually: “Why am I here?” It’s just all downhill from there.
I shut down mentally. I almost cannot control what I do or say. It’s always something snarky or some shit comment that makes others uncomfortable, then that usually sets the tone for the night with me around.
I’m not a fan of drinking. Plus if I add alcohol to the mix, it’s usually WAY worse. Then I just become more blunt than I usually am.
And that’s what we call flying in to the danger zone.
God, I suck.