Is it pathetic to be 50 years old and still feel like an insecure 13 year old? Today I have to walk into a group of people I do not know, who are supposed to be my peers, and mingle.
Luckily, alcohol will be involved.
This is an invitation I wrangled through a friend of a friend. The friend of a friend does not know me, has never met me. As badly as I wanted this invitation, I’m now petrified to actually carry it through.
Did I mention that there will be alcohol?
Sometimes I feel that, if the curtain was pulled away, people would see I’m nothing but a cowering coward, blindly stabbing away at life with no real earthly idea of what I am doing – an insecure 13 year old girl in a middle-aged woman’s body. A middle-aged woman with crowd anxiety. Who is fortunately old enough to drink.
Wish me luck.