And since this feels oh so necessary after the relentlessly uncheerful posts of late, here's my precious baby, Binky.

It's been a while since I've done this and it kinda feels like a necessity.

This is Sunny, the leg belongs to Brad.

Most people, on a fairly regular basis, feel like they are observers of The Theatre of the Absurd. I think this might be something most people feel when they enter a Walmart or review comments on articles on Yahoo!

Most rational people probably prefer to not be participants of The Theatre of the Absurd and don't realize how often they do participate (which is obvious to those of us observing).

There is nothing more disconcerting when one is quietly going through daily life than discovering that one has become a participant in The Theatre of the Absurd. I feel like this has happened to me upon discovering that I have social anxiety. While this is my own personal theatre and it doesn't reach the massive heights of absurdity that others reach, it feels ridiculous to me.



As I mentioned last time, I had convinced myself I had a different kind of claustrophobia and that's what I believed for a long time. I also used to be a bit of a social butterfly. To think that I had any anxiety going on seems unbelievable to me. Sure, I had anxiety about picking up the phone and talking to anyone about anything but I just thought it was a dislike of talking on the phone, not an anxiety. When I was in high school and asked out a boy I liked, I would tend to blank out, conversation-wise. But I didn't recognize that as anxiety.

At the same time, it makes so much sense. I didn't like calling people because I didn't want to sound like an idiot. I couldn't think of things to say to a boy I liked because, well, I liked him. I didn't want to bore him or come across as dumb or trivial.


Now here I am, finally, discovering I have social anxiety. And I find it absurd.


I talk to people. I can make friends, with effort. I can speak in public when prepared. I joke, I laugh, I play with others. Why, then, am I socially anxious? What happened to me in my lifetime that has made me like this?

I haven't come completely to terms with it because, while I know it's entirely accurate, it annoys me that I'm anxious and I am having a hard time accepting that it is the truth, even when I know it is.



I have an appointment coming up with my therapist in a couple weeks. It's been more than a month since I've seen him and I am eager to start addressing these issues with him. It's so easy to talk about it by myself but I need input from someone who knows what they're talking about.

Also, I've slowly been making notes from the book I've been reading, Overcoming Social Anxiety and Shyness*, that I need to start assembling into something useful. Those notes will most likely be compiled into another post as well.

In the meantime, I guess I'll have to accept that my life is absurd. It could be far worse than absurd. :-)



*I have linked to the Amazon website for the book but note that if you are a Kindle user, apparently the Kindle version is missing essential parts of the book. I have purchased my e-book from Barnes & Noble, which is not missing any parts. My link to Amazon is not for any reason in particular, other than a habit, as I tend to use Amazon the most.