Phobias

Social phobia is a real thing. I've got it. It took me years to feel comfortable enough to speak to strangers on the phone. I still remember clearly, when I was in 7th grade, and a girl named Penny called me up and invited me to a party that Friday. I don't remember anything else....just the horror that washed over me. A party? With people? W-w-why? Even years later, as an adult, I was mortified to attend a party where half the people I didn't recognize. I spent most of the evening hiding behind people I knew. I am not a psychiatrist--not even an armchair psychologist--and have no suggestion for curing anyone of the condition. It may have no cure. I don't know. I just know I have it. I don't know anyone else who has it because those who do, don't go out much. They exist, though, as surely as ants and cockroaches in a messy kitchen. Perhaps I am just looking for a little understanding, not just for me, but those around us who may be similarly afflicted. If someone doesn't introduce himself, or looks away when you glance his direction, don't assume he's some elitist snob. It may be fear---the great motivator, and equalizer, of animals.