You stand in line at the checkout, people in front of you, people in the back of you. The only thing preventing you from giving in to the urge of running out of the store is that it would make you look even weirder. As the body temperature rises, a cold sweat forms on your forehead while you try to force an awkward smile to the cashier. The internal surveillance system goes off. You're suspicious. Suddenly two guys working in the store come out of the door from the back room, heading directly towards you. Your heart drops and you swallow hard as fear and panic sets it... Fight or flight?!
My social anxiety is about to turn against me, isn't it?
You stand in line at the checkout, people in front of you, people in the back of you. The only thing preventing you from giving in to the urge of running out of the store is that it would make you look even weirder. As the body temperature rises, a cold sweat forms on your forehead while you try to force an awkward smile to the cashier. The internal surveillance system goes off. You're suspicious. Suddenly two guys working in the store come out of the door from the back room, heading directly towards you. Your heart drops and you swallow hard as fear and panic sets it... Fight or flight?!