I feel as though when I was made, I was given an extra dose of the awkward gene. I can’t go anywhere without being awkward and when I’m not being awkward, I look mean because of my chronic RBF, which is inherited from my mother.
However, back to being awkward.
I have a panic sound and it sounds like a pterodactyl in pain, everyone hates it. The panic sound is reserved for any situation that requires panic.
For example:
- If someone grabs me.
- If a bug lands on me.
- If I’m running away from a bug.
- If I don’t understand the material in class.
- If a cute boy notices me or says hello.
- Or a bug grabs me.
Not to mention, automatic doors hate me.
I mean, hate me.
There’s a door by the Marketplace at school and I tried both sides and it still didn’t open, it wouldn’t have been awkward, but someone watched the whole ordeal go down. They saw the panic in my eyes and the apparent confusion.
And they laughed.
When I left through the exit, I saw another girl come out through the same faulty automatic door. But why couldn’t it open for me? Doors are very selective. Sometimes I have to wait for them to open or switch sides a few times before it has to open up.
I once asked to use the bathroom and walked out the building, which was locked upon entering again, so I was locked out of the building.
I feel as though college students are much more accepting of awkwardness. I’ve seen someone fall out of a chair in public, I helped them though because I can relate. I have also talked to myself while walking on campus and no one has reacted- but I’m pretty sure we’re all a little delirious from our varying class and workloads.
It doesn’t change the fact that doors still hate me.