Of Guinea Pigs and Girls

I went on the most terrifying adventure the other day that only the most daring adventurer would attempt, the perils of which are too horrifying to speak of.

Okay, I'll tell you. I telephoned my professor. 

He wanted me to contact him.

When you have social anxiety stupid things like this are adventures. Just trust me.

It wasn't exactly a chapter out of Of Mice and Men, as if I had to make a difficult ethical decision. But I rang my hands over it. It scared me. I had been putting it off for a few weeks. I reacted like a frightened guinea pig, who wants to hide in a dark space. My heart raced as I picked up the phone. I dialed the number. I heard a friendly, "Hello?" He had a class to go to though. So I'm not sure what he wanted to talk about. He said he would call back.

My professor is super nice. Being afraid of him is like being afraid of a little girl, holding a puppy, who is trying to give you a million dollars. 

He's been complimentary toward my schoolwork and I've been afraid of disappointing him. 

This was hard to do. This blog motivated me though :) So I want to say thank you so much to my readers.

This has been one of those everyday adventures that those of us with social anxiety face. More challenging and crazy adventures to come.

So, are you a guinea pig or a girl?

Toilet kata cha? (Where's the toilet in Napalese)