I’ve always been an anxious person. This often translates to awkwardness when I’m in the presence of others, more specifically people I don’t know well, or I’m not comfortable around. Friends who know my predisposition for being an anxious mess say I hide it well. It certainly doesn’t feel that way to me, but I’ll take their word for it. I’ve been faking it for most of my life, so I suppose, to a certain extent, I’ve gotten good at it.
Because it’s not socially acceptable to hole-up in your house with a strong Wi-FI signal and several pairs of elastic-waist pants, I venture out into the world from time to time. I’d prefer to lead the life of a shut-in, but my kids make that impossible. Thanks to their budding social lives, I find myself in uncomfortable social settings pretty regularly.