Roomfuls of Scary People
Rooms full of people I’m acquainted with or that sorta know me - those are the ones that scare me the most. As someone who has battled with anxiety that affects several aspects of my life, the social anxiety is one that, while I’ve come measurably far in, I still face on a very regular basis and continues to cause that literal stomach knot to drop on in for those all-to-frequent visits. - “Why Michael, you’re a crazy extrovert with enough crackhead energy to power a small house for a not insignificant amount of time! Aren’t rooms full of people where you come away from most alive?”, you might ask. Theoretically, yes, we extroverts are the ones that get together in groups, seduce the introverts into joining, and then bleed them of their energy so that we leave full and overflowing and the introverts leave drained and in desperate need of their “me time”. (Inspiration for whatever that is that I just wrote is credited to Lani Fahnestock, although after what I did to butcher her commen