I’ve been slowly reading Albert Camus’ Myth of Sisyphus over the last couple of weeks. I just came across this: It got me thinking about the time when my father called me a donkey.
It may be a new problem for me, but I think it might have started in high school or earlier. Over the last year, increasingly, I’ve been finding myself anxious in social situations. It’s not so much in the one-on-one situations, but more in the alone-in-a-crowd or with-a-group situations.