Being Awkward

I know people who have panic attacks and true social anxiety. I’m fortunate enough that I don’t. I have just enough anxiety to make me worry about absolutely every detail, and enough self-awareness that I feel (and act) incredible awkward in new places or with new people.

A previous employer told me that my interview was one of the worst he had ever seen. He hired me anyway, based on my references, and it was a year before he told me how awful I had been — after he realized that I wasn’t a complete fruitcake.

What bothers me the most these days is that I miss out on events that I think I would really enjoy because I completely psyche myself out of going. Or, if I do go, I have second, third, and fourth thoughts about it and present myself like babbling idiot. Or stand-offish. And I know I am doing it and am helpless to stop it.

So, bear with me if you invite me to something and I don’t show up, or maybe worse, I do show up and immediately lurk in a corner making awkward eye contact with people walking by.


6 thoughts on “Being Awkward”

  1. Sure hope you can get beyond this, Abrah. I so enjoy your writing and artwork and we had a great phone call a few weeks ago. Didn’t pick up on any awkwardness in the least. You’re a wonderful, creative, insightful person. The world will love your company!


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