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It's a small, bare, cold room. There's a metal chair, a tray next to it with instruments. An intravenous drip has been wheeled in and placed next to the chair, and the room smells of chemicals. The only sound at this moment is the soft hum of the air conditioning, and I let out a soft laugh to...

I usually blog on SAS, but since they've obliterated their blogs I think I'll try here. I guess if this is supposed to be my personal story, I should start from the beginning. That'd be sometime in late 1979 when I was a zygote and blissfully unaware of socializing. In the middle of the next...

[didn't mean this post to offend -- delete please]

Reminder to those who don't keep close track of holidays: today is national flakeybark day.

Sorry for posting this with so little notice, but I'd expected responses from another social anxiety forum (guess I underestimated my ability to repulse) and there doesn't seem to be much of a bay area population here. But anyhow, to quote what I posted over there...

Time and attention of one socially phobic geek (will negotiate quantity later). Relates best to people with no life/meatspace-friends/relationships. Hardly used, low mileage. Clean interior, minor blemishes on exterior. Runs well when approached by people. $0 obo. Must sell quickly. PM for details.

A week or so ago I tried out a new coping experiment. I was tired of how nerve-wracking it is to encounter people going the opposite direction when I walk around the lake. It's scary because I worry they'll say something and I'll offend them by freezing up or even responding awkwardly. The...

The leaf blower picked away at my brain, slowly and surely, like a chisel. It was a Friday like any other Friday. I sat entrapped in my apartment as the beast circled below for hours. I turned up the volume on my noise-canceling headphones, but it was no good, the whir remained incessant in the...

Forget socializing. I'm trying to refocus myself on simpler things which it might actually be possible to learn to cope with better. Take the fears I encounter when I go for a walk around the neighborhood. Primarily, there's the fear of walking by someone on the street... my mind is racing...

Author's note: this is my autobiography, abstracted to the basics. The visible world was a thin, uniform fog above a featureless surface. In the middle lay a single blemish, a human head. Barely perceptible was the body attached to it, clothed in white against the white backdrop. The man lay...