Introvert just a walkin’ down the street, singin’ Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy….who is that person on the sidewalk there? Better turn down my music. God forbid some one hear what I’m listening to. What will they think of me? The world as I know it is ending. Oh Shit! There is another pedestrian…head down, don’t make eye contact…maybe they won’t notice that I am here. You know what they say… introverts make the best ninjas. J/K No one says that. Ah yes, social anxiety at its finest. If you don’t know what I am talking about, thank fucking Christ, I wouldn’t wish this on anyone. If you do know what I am talking about, know that you are not alone. I can’t even walk down the damn street without second guessing myself. Houston, we have a problem… Life is hard, but let’s think this through.
I know it’s hard in the moment, but let’s try to keep a few things in mind.
No one gives a fuck
Really, odds are, no one cares…at all. They don’t even notice you anyway…don’t worry about them.
What is the worst that could happen?
It’s not as if your one true love is going to walk by and dis you for your poor taste in music.
So, some weirdo does have something to say about your music…
So what? Big deal. If you walk by and someone judges you for what you are listening to/wearing/whatever…that person is probably not a person you want in your life anyway.
It’s clear we have some irrational fears to work on. Baby steps…baby steps. So, I found this meet-up group called Comfort Zone Crushers that I’m going to try out. It’s supposed to help you get out of your comfort zone, obviously. We will see how that goes. I will let you know how that goes afterwards. In the meantime, I will challenge myself by listening to whatever I want without worrying if a random passerby hears it…because that is a real problem I have…sometimes I worry about me. We’re going to get through this.