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Here's some stuff you might not know about me:

1. I hate people.
Plenty of people specifically, but mostly just people in general. They tend to ruin anything. "Oh let me run to the grocery store really quick before I have to be at ________ in 10 minutes. Oh, a dozen people waiting in line and one register open?" Everything in my hands ends up on the floor and I storm out with a little thundercloud above my head.

2. I have no patience. For anything. Ever.
See number one for a good example of human related impatience. I was literally the kid who would eat dry jello mix  because I didn't want to wait for it to set in the fridge. That has eased up a little, but I still put ice cubes in the hot water after the jello dissolves so that it gets to gelling temperature faster.

3. I have a social anxiety disorder.
This could possibly be partially attributed to both numbers one and two. It is nothing for me to walk into a bar and turn around and walk straight back out again because I think I'm either going to throw up or shit my pants lol. It's been happening in varying seriousness off and on for about 10 years, but last year was the worst year of all. There was a three month span where I literally couldn't go to the grocery store to throw all my food on the floor in a fit when the line was too long. I couldn't go to a bar or a club. I was mortified of driving because getting stuck in traffic sent me reeling into the abyss. I was either at home or at work. Those were the only two safe zones. It was miserable. I've gotten a fair grip on it since last year, but it's still nothing for me to go to a restaurant, order food, then sit there and not eat a bite.


I don't really know if there was much more point to this post than to just get in the swing of writing something here.