I didn’t even now how to name this thread.
It’s something that happens to me a lot.
I make an effort to get out of my shell and I dare to greet and talk to someone I know in the street. But, as long as another person arrives, join the conversation I feel the urge to say goodbye and go off. Feel like if I was the odd one. As if I didn’t have a place. As if I didn’t deserve a place among normal people.
Like the ugly duck. Never fitting in.