One of my favorite scenes.
This gives me chills every time.
Growing up, I was always a fairly quiet child, hanging around the edges, especially with people I did not know. School terrified me, especially when we had to get up in front of the class. Although I had close friends and enjoyed their company, as well as that of my brother, I made sure I was never the center of attention in a group situation. I always tended to do what others wanted to do, letting everyone else make decisions for me.
Merely talking to other people still makes me anxious. I often experience anxiety when making phone calls. I avoid social gatherings (particularly parties), which I find excruciating. Crowded settings, especially without a perceptible escape route, cause me uneasiness, sometimes panic.
So, “stepping out of your comfort zone” is the most ridiculous amount of advice I have received lately.
Those feels, I have them.
My Delicate Sensibilities Cannot Tolerate The Skinny Jean
Dear Abby, 11 July 2014:
DEAR ABBY: After some extensive traveling, I have to ask — who on earth told people they look good in skinny jeans? — O.M.G! IN OKLAHOMA
The same asshole who forces you to look at the people wearing them.
OMG can rip my skinny jeans away from my fat thighs.