When confronted with surprises/challenges/unexpectedly crowded rooms of people, I always choose flight over fight.
If I can't immediately make fun of my problems with my usual scorn and condescension, my brain throws up its hands with a helpless "nope," my temperature shoots up to nine hundred degrees, and I just turn tail and run away, figuratively hiding in my mother's skirts.
This is why I didn't enjoy my surprise birthday party in high school. This is why I hate arriving late to class. This is why I dread making entrances I am unprepared for. This is why I avoid being the newcomer.
(...this is why I drink vodka shots before going to parties? #UncomfortableDiagnostics)
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