I told all my neighbors that I have a twin, so that when I see them in public I don’t have to talk to them.

Sure, I’m uncomfortable, but only in situations.

The first two drinks don’t count if you have social anxiety, they just turn you into a normal person.

If I’m wrongly accused of a crime, I’m going to prison. I’m way too introverted to have an alibi.

I think nervous flatulence would be helpful if you were ever kidnapped.

People keep inviting me to stuff. I miss the pandemic.

I love traveling because I love to check if I have my passport every 3-4 minutes.

My fight or flight response has frequent flyer miles.

No, I’m not stressed. I just constantly grind my teeth and clench my jaw for fun.

On the surface: cool as a cucumber. On the inside: squirrel in traffic.

You’d seriously think I was wanted for murder by the way I react when someone knocks on the door.

Is it just me, or does anybody else get excited about cancelling plans?

You know you’re really stressed when you start getting on your own nerves.

My stress stresses me out to the point where I’m too stressed to deal with my stress.

I forgot how to panic. Help!

Can you lose weight by running away from your feelings?

That awkward moment when you leave a store without buying anything, and all you can think is: “Act normal, you are innocent.”