I think, maybe, what I dislike most of all about social interactions is reminiscing on them.

I feel that I don't actually hate being around people as much as I feel like I hate being around people. What I actually hate is thinking back on being around people.

I remember myself feeling normal. I was OK! I made conversation, and conversation was made; I said things, things were said to me; There was no definite conclusion, just some sharing of thoughts, which makes sense and, in a sense, I do appreciate.

Yet, as I think back on it, I just can't help but feel it was incredibly dull and, most of all, terrifying! I feel my heart race, anxiety thick in the blood. It's a very uncomfortable feeling.

Odd, this is.

I wore my dark corduroy pants, today.