[ SECRET POST #3510 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #3510 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.

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02.
[Stephen King]


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03.
[John Green]


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04.
[American Gods]


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05.
[Charlie Hunnam in King Arthur: Legend of the Sword]


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06.
[Penn & Teller: Fool Us]


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07.
[Steven Universe]


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08.
[Questionable Content]


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09.
[Ghostbusters 2016]











Notes:

Secrets Left to Post: 03 pages, 53 secrets from Secret Submission Post #502.
Secrets Not Posted: [ 1 - broken links ], [ 0 - not!secrets ], [ 0 - not!fandom ], [ 0 - too big ], [ 0 - repeat ].
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Re: Non-fandom secrets

[(Anonymous)]

I really hate worrying so much. I feel like it makes me so bad at socializing.

Like, I can go to a social event, sure but - especially if it's public or crowded or includes a lot of people I don't know, which is going to be most public events - I'm not going to be able to relax the entire time. I might enjoy myself but I also know that I'm going to be on edge. Even if it's something where there's people that I know decently well, I'm still going to be worrying about things the entire time, and paying too much attention to how conversation groups are forming, and over-analyzing it all. If it's something with strangers, I'll often be tense and jumpy the entire time. If I talk to people, I know I'm going to be weird and tight and only be devoting half my head to the actual conversation because I'm worrying so much. And, like, I've forced myself to do it - a lot - and no matter how much I do it, it has never really gotten any easier.

The only times I actually feel remotely comfortable and normal is if I'm with people that I know really, really, really well. And that's rare. And it's just so hard to make it out to something and then even if I do force myself out, which I do, I feel so fucking intense the entire time that I can hardly be happy about it. Like, I've had anxiety attacks going to a different neighborhood to go to a book store. And so it's so much easier to just, like, not do things when I know I'm going to be miserable all through things. But, you know, it makes it a lot harder to meet new people - if you're not doing anything, or even if you are going out but are seized with terror when you're talking to them. And it's also a way of being that not a lot of people are actually OK with, and I feel like as a result everyone I know is starting to view me as some weird-ass loner. And how the hell am I supposed to change that, when I feel like the weirdest person in the world at every social function that I go to.

Also, it means that I drink too much, because the only consistent way I can be around people I don't know well & not worry is if I'm drunk.