I went to buy a French fries duplicate from our canteen, where there was also another guy waiting to get his order. I am not even a single percent interested in the guy, but still I got so shy that I forgot how to talk there. I was almost hiding behind one of the girls I knew there, but no use…
I was hoping he wasn’t looking at me. I looked up, and he was staring at me as if he was about to take my soul out just by staring. I panicked, and it was probably a funny moment for him to watch, I guess.
I should never care about what a guy may think about me. I shouldn’t care about what people may think about me. I shouldn’t be so shy that it almost becomes anxiety and my brain goes into survival mode, leaving me in this messed-up situation with people who aren’t like me.
I am a young adult, but still my mental age feels more like a teenager, and my confidence is shrinking over a period of time.
What kind of karma is this? Why do some of us struggle like this even when we never did anything wrong to anyone intentionally? Whyyy.