Why does my friend Katie, who has a fair amount of social anxiety still have a life so much more adventurous than mine?
It could be that I have (undiagnosed) social anxiety too, and that’s why I sit at my desk in my flannel cowboy pajamas night after night instead of going out.
Or, possibly I can just blame the whole thing on my Old English professor.
OK, this is me being typically blunt, but I think just about every writer has some form of social anxiety. You know? When it gets right down to it, what kind of person really wants to sit in a chair, alone for hours, just to write?
ReplyDeleteBTW, you make one hot clown, baby. ;)