Socialising with anxiety disorder is basically like navigating your way through a video game, except the characters in it are not so much large men with hand grenades as ordinary people who all hate you but are so quietly passive aggressive about it that you're never quite sure if they want you dead or just think you're a total wanker. And here's the kicker: in order to survive and get points for normality you have to interact with these people and smile and make eye contact as though you're not micro-analysing the shit out of everything they say trying to work out if they do hate you and if so, what for and how much and oh god WHERE IS THE EJECTOR BUTTON ugh life ugh life you get me?