Thoughts
One of the other pre-Stop-Worrying realizations was that I can’t do it. Which is interesting because I’ve always been aware that I can’t be
perfect, but I guess I thought I could be close enough to perfect that people would treat me like I’m perfect.
Part of what makes the social anxiety difficult is that there’s a part of my pride that thinks I could still be “perfect.” Like that I could be the most handsome guy at church. (Which again is interesting because many people with social anxiety describe themselves as feeling ugly. But it obviously has exactly the same effect.)
But then this is also at odds with my understanding of myself as an underdog.