Brief Update on Slow Motion Social Anxiety
February 8th, 2007 by Aaron
I went to the show I wrote about last week. And I wore the shirt. And, believe it or not, nothing happened. No one pointed and laughed. No one stared. Other western shirts were worn, though few as colorful and glorious as mine.
So, what is the lesson to learn?
You’d think the obvious thing would be to see how unrealistic all those anxious thoughts were. I could perhaps feel good; maybe even feel a sense of triumph, seeing as I went through with something that I had me so worried. And I do feel some of that, but I also feel embarrassment over what a big deal I made of this. Heck, I think I’d feel pretty uncomfortable right now were I to reread last week’s post. How seriously foolish I can be.
And so it seems, given the way I am used to talking to myself, I can snatch discomfort from the jaws of any good turn.
But speaking of good turns. This did reinforce my mad love for this shirt. It now represents a moment of unembarassing indulgence.


