Ok, so I've been in a depressive streak for a while. When I'm like this I tend to have terrible social anxiety. I hide. I've been making an effort to overcome this at least once a week with friends I know well. This happens on Mondays.

Today my roommate decided she wanted to add two people I don't know to the mix. I wasn't going to tell my roommate she couldn't have guests, but I did say that I wasn't up to dealing with people so I'd be going to my room where I could be out of the way.

Eventually I had to emerge briefly to use the restroom. I made my way from the bedroom, hugging the wall and generally trying to stay unobtrusive and out of sight. So what does my roommate do? She calls attention to me in the most flagrant way possible! I slipped away into the bathroom and tried to slink away again before I could have to actually, you know, socialize at all. She calls me back. "Come and meet these people before you go poof!"

I was so freaked out I almost ran. I felt like a deer being stalked by a hyena. It was all I could do to stammer out a "Hello....nice to meet you..." before I turned and slipped away. A conflicting part of me wanted to pick up the dvd rack and throw it at my roommate, shouting "REALLY??! Can't you leave me the **** along when I've specifically ASKED you to?"

I suppose instead of focusing on my roommate's behavior - which still has my blood boiling - I should focus on the small victories: I managed to say hello in a way I assume came off as understandable English and I didn't throw anything or make a scene...

Small victory or no?