Flutter Little Butterfly, Flutter

Drinks in a trendy lounge followed by pool until 3:30 a.m. and a pit stop at Denny’s pretty much sums up my Friday night. If you know me, you know that’s vastly different from my customary Friday on the couch around a twelve pack and chicken burrito. You also know that it would take large amounts of alcohol for me to engage in such activities, and to that I would say, you couldn’t be more right.

I spent all day at work yesterday in a fit of angst over my “friend’s” invitation. But, I guess that’s the name of the game when you’re playing with social anxiety.

Part of the reason why I was so anxious—aside of course from the large crowded spaces and socializing—was meeting my 37-year-old-recently-separated-“friend’s” new “boyfriend.” I find meeting new people stressful; I find meeting new people in front of people I already know even more stressful. But, as soon as I realized that my “friend” and her new “boyfriend” were visibly nervous, I calmed right down. I don’t know if it goes back to misery loving company, but I was able to relax and have a genuinely good time.

Social anxiety may not be my “friend” for too much longer.