My friend Kaytlynn recently wrote about things that make her feel uncomfortable that totally shouldn't, all of which I could completely relate*.
*Follow her blog. If you like mine, you will love hers.
The first of those things was ice breakers. You know, those "games" that bosses, trainers, or orientation leaders use to start a group session in order to get everyone relaxed and acquainted with one another.
Most of my anxiety comes from listening to the other people. I can't stand watching someone crash and burn.
As a result, I find myself smiling in moral support as they sheepishly try to describe to the group their love for different types of shoes.
"My name is Katie-Lee and I love shoes," a red-faced girl says to the group, though she only looks at the discussion leader.
"I mean, I'm not like obsessed with shoes," she corrects herself. "But I have a lot."
She's crashing. And burning.
"Not, like, a lot of shoes. But more than most people." She shakes her head and then adjusts her hair, guiding it back behind her ears, as if that will put her back on track.
"I've been collecting them for a while, and I have so many that I don't really wear them that often, so they don't wear out. And my feet stopped growing when I was, like, seven. So I've had a lot of time."