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I Have Social Anxiety — And My Worst Fear Has Come True
Last week, I received a text from my friend. She expressed that she’d been unhappy with me as a friend for a few months now. She said I haven’t been supportive enough and that she was upset about that. I’m not going to go through the whole situation or the several vignettes within our friendship as that wouldn’t be fair on her and things like that can’t explained or properly contextualized in a blog article. But she ended the text by saying that she’d like some space and that she wishes me all the best and that hopefully we will reconnect in the future. Now, that is all totally understandable. We’ve all felt that way at some point and there is nothing wrong with wanting some time away from people. I was sad about the fact that I had done something to upset, but I explained myself, apologised accordingly and wished her the best. I, too, hope we can reconnect in the future. She has been, frankly, the person I probably consider to be my best friend in this city, if such a thing is still a thing at our age. And here’s the thing. I know we will not reconnect in the future.
Shyness and introversion
I haven’t had many friends in my life. I was a shy kid, I had no friends in high school, and, surprise surprise, people make fun of me. That’s all cool, happens to everyone. Fast-forward a million years, cause I’m super…
