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I've got a story from last night so I'll start.
>be me, 20something recent NEET
>looking for work, nothing's turned up yet
>no neetbux, don't want to move back in with mom & dad because my brother's already leeching of them
>feeling down
>friend invites me to a 4th of July party, because we're 'Murican & we love muh freedoms
>not going to go, but I remember how I had previously talked about cooking for him and his wife because I love to cook
>tell him I'm in, as long as I can cook and they get the ingredients
>he agrees, we shake hands on it
>I get pumped, happy to have a distraction
>feel optimistic for once
>head out to his place
>beautiful outside, clear skies and chirping birds, all that shit
cont
>>29743672
>get there early, say hi to buddy and his wife
>they're prepping for the party so I start cooking
>pretty comfy experience desu
>alone in the kitchen with my friend's new cat
>focused, feeling pretty zen
>finish the food
>barbecue, chicken, sandwiches, pasta salad, kotlety (Amerislav here), and texas caviar (redneck pico de gallo kind of thing)
>pretty proud, cooking is one of the only things I actually feel good at
>bring it downstairs
>there's like thirty people at this party
>oh fuck
>my friend, because he's a norman and is a good guy, makes a big deal about how I made the food
>try not to get embarrassed with 30 pairs of eyes on me
>manage not to drop my spaghetti everywhere
>no one gets on the floor
>no one does the dinosaur
>feeling suffocated by the crowd so I go outside alone on the stoop
>step out for a smoke to collect myself
>try to be strong
>I've been trying to be less of a social retard, get experience, make a positive change
>clouds are rolling in, which calms me down because I love the rain
>steel myself, go back inside
cont
>>29743672 >>29743764
>come back in, make myself a plate
>now everyone is going out of their way to say hi and compliment the food
>on one hand, love that they love my cooking
>feels good man
>on the other this is way too much attention and I hate crowds
>the place has a patio so I eat and chill out there where I don't feel so claustrophobic with the crowd
>start downing beers, which helps me not sperg out
>get pretty relaxed
>meet a couple cool people
>enjoying myself, but still really anxious because too many people
>manage to get myself piss drunk because I don't drink as much as I used to
>tummy rumbles
>need the b-room now
>hate using other people's toilets but I really have to go
>go to toilet
taken
>go to backup toiled
also taken
>FUCK
>sketchy basement bathroom without a door that no one uses is open thank Christ
>feel like I'm going to explode
>terrified of barfing all over the bathroom
>not a problem because I shit my pants instead
>not a lot, mind you, but it's wet and gross because I've been drinking all night and didn't eat at all except at the party
>smells horrible
>clean boxers to best of my ability
>still smell awful, no way I can wear them around people
>panic, sperg out
>go into primal dumbass mode
>no planning, only instinct
>finish shitting (in the toilet this time)
>remember to wipe thank god, flush away my shame
>remove boxers
>sneak outside, going commando in both senses of the phrase
>by this point it is pouring rain outside, blade runner style
>step out in the rain with purpose and a strange sense of clarity
>ready myself on the sidewalk
cont
>get a running start
>chuck my shit-briefs as hard as my drunk ass can
>watch them land in a puddle in the middle of an intersection
>none of the people making there way notice because of the rain
>wouldn't even care if they did because my friend lives in a garbage neighborhood
>stand there in awe of what I just did for a second
>feels like that scene in Shawshank
>feel weirdly at peace
>then I remember that this was all because I shit my pants
>takes the winds out of my sails pretty quick
>smoke a cig to establish an alibi for being outside
>go back inside like nothing happened, wash hands like it's going out of style
(but the same won't wash off desu)
>say my goodbyes
>thank my friend for inviting me
>no leftovers to bring home, everyone enjoyed my food
>happy about that at least
>get an Uber home
>have them stop at my favorite bodega a few blocks from where I live
>buy a gatorade & cigs
>walk home in the downpour
>clothes are fucked but I don't care
>raining so hard that my glasses are soaked to the point to being useless
>in my drunkenness and blindness almost get hit by a car
>dive out of the way
>get scrapped up, but fuck it it's better than getting run over
>get home, roommates are asleep
>take a hot shower, hang up my drenched clothes
>lay in bed, stare at the ceiling
>still can't believe I shit my pants
>go to sleep thinking about how if I get a job again maybe I'll be able to get a pretty wife & a cat like my friend did
And that's what I get for trying to be social. Clearly need to get my shit together. Booze isn't a reliable social catalyst if you're not a norman.
>still glad I went
>proud of how everyone liked my cooking
>proud I'm less of a sperglord than I was before I started trying
>no regrets, 10/10 would shit myself again
>>29744045
Honestly dude you should feel proud. If you've got social anxiety that's a lot of social interaction you didn't fuck up and that's a big step forward. If you managed to shit yourself without being caught while your drunk, your gonna find a job in no time
>>29744153
Thanks anon. That's good of you to say. Just keeping my chin up & taking it a day at a time.
Anyone else have a story? Don't be shy :^)
Why is my mind blank whenever I see a thread like this?
No one has any greentexts to share? Not even for one of Kaz's famous burgers?
>>29745881
Not sure, anon. I'll give a quick bump just in case something comes to mind though.
