…for the 100th time. Except I do this time. The only thing that’s stopping me from joining you is the fear of spending the night in that claustrophobic restaurant/concert hall/theatre which my anxiety can’t handle.
I’d rather take public transport and daydream the whole way home. With music in my ears, I can live the life I’ll never have the guts to earn because of anxiety. So it’ll take me an hour to get home, I’ll be using it well.
…but really, I do. Except, it’s too scary to think of even trying any of them. It would mean meeting new people and going into closed spaces. It could mean embarrassing myself or having to be away from home.