Being A Potato

November 8th, 1996. A Potato was harvested in the city of Grand Streams. And, by potato I of course mean myself. Now before you get freaked out, and run away from me, I must be honest with you; I am in fact not an actual potato, nor is this a story about an actual potato (sorry). I am a normal human girl, well, maybe not normal. See I have this strange ability, they call it “Social Anxiety” but I like to call it “ My room looks nice today I think I'll stay here.”

If you're in the same couch as me, you will understand when I say that it's not just about being shy. Normal people are shy too! It's more of a what's the possibility that I will have to answer a question in the middle of class while acting out a scene from a movie while trying to do long division, and answering with the word Monkey. It seems silly, and you're thinking what's the probability of this actually happening? Well that doesn't matter because it went through my head and now I'm feeling a little under the weather and I think I'll stay home.

Author's Note

Not sure about the title. or if I should continue with this.


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Reviews

[Spencer Arbre]

I enjoyed the title of this. It made me laughed and that's why I opened it. I love the tone of this piece. It's very casual but right away you understand that you are about to learn something from the speaker. And as an individual who suffers from social anxiety I thought your explanation was great and quite accurate. I definitely think you should continue with this.