very_shy
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Regarding the OP, you are not alone. :
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An upgrade to our local busses means they installed seat where you can watch each other. There are even smaller ones on which there are only two rows, and you sit directly 1 to 1. When a person seats on the opposite site on me, especially if it' s the girl, even a ride becomes a suffering. Yesterday I suffered the worst, I don't know if it was the panic attack or what.
I was waiting the bus to head home and when in line to get in, i accidentally touched the girl behind me with my bag. I don't know this girl, but I've seen her third time this day, so I become anxious (as always when even being near the opposite sex). Luckily, I found an empty seat at the window so I could relax a little by being alone. Sweating, pretty much red in the face, hard breathing, all stopped, I thought when we stopped at the penultimate station.
To my horror, the worst actually began as the two young girls sat just on the opposite seats. "Do not think about it... Your body is calm. Your face is cold, your face is cold..." Nope, it doesen't help. I have never been to sauna, but at least I could imagine it. My "problems-when-facing-a-girl-next-to-me" multiplied by 10. I tried to not hear their conversation, but:
A: Let's sit here.
B: Nah, I hate to seat on the reverse side.
A: You can listen to music. I already know what to do, I'll read.
B: Ok.
So the two stopped talking which turned things worse. I actually did not see what they were doing. If there are looking ahead, there is a chance, they will see me. Of course, they will see me, but what EXACTLY they will see? Which colour of my rich range of rainbow faces will see? Will they see me suffering? My choices. On the left I had the window, the safest place to look. I could not look too much left, otherwise I would see the fried face of a man in the mirror. Come bus, hurry, up, and NO, not another red light! To look straight ahead was a forbidden zone, and the right side looked unnatural. One of the girls accidentally touched my leg with her foot (the lack of space); another "strike". Why me? What did I do to the social phobia, shyness, panic attack gods, to do this to me?
So when the worst 5 minutes of my ride ended, I stood up to go out-only to see the previous girl I tried to avoid-to go also out. Luckily I was last. Tired and exhausted like running on marathon.
Who says the SF sufferes don't have an exciting life? (sarcastic)
: An upgrade to our local busses means they installed seat where you can watch each other. There are even smaller ones on which there are only two rows, and you sit directly 1 to 1. When a person seats on the opposite site on me, especially if it' s the girl, even a ride becomes a suffering. Yesterday I suffered the worst, I don't know if it was the panic attack or what.
I was waiting the bus to head home and when in line to get in, i accidentally touched the girl behind me with my bag. I don't know this girl, but I've seen her third time this day, so I become anxious (as always when even being near the opposite sex). Luckily, I found an empty seat at the window so I could relax a little by being alone. Sweating, pretty much red in the face, hard breathing, all stopped, I thought when we stopped at the penultimate station.
To my horror, the worst actually began as the two young girls sat just on the opposite seats. "Do not think about it... Your body is calm. Your face is cold, your face is cold..." Nope, it doesen't help. I have never been to sauna, but at least I could imagine it. My "problems-when-facing-a-girl-next-to-me" multiplied by 10. I tried to not hear their conversation, but:
A: Let's sit here.
B: Nah, I hate to seat on the reverse side.
A: You can listen to music. I already know what to do, I'll read.
B: Ok.
So the two stopped talking which turned things worse. I actually did not see what they were doing. If there are looking ahead, there is a chance, they will see me. Of course, they will see me, but what EXACTLY they will see? Which colour of my rich range of rainbow faces will see? Will they see me suffering? My choices. On the left I had the window, the safest place to look. I could not look too much left, otherwise I would see the fried face of a man in the mirror. Come bus, hurry, up, and NO, not another red light! To look straight ahead was a forbidden zone, and the right side looked unnatural. One of the girls accidentally touched my leg with her foot (the lack of space); another "strike". Why me? What did I do to the social phobia, shyness, panic attack gods, to do this to me?
So when the worst 5 minutes of my ride ended, I stood up to go out-only to see the previous girl I tried to avoid-to go also out. Luckily I was last. Tired and exhausted like running on marathon.
Who says the SF sufferes don't have an exciting life? (sarcastic)
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