iPod Shield
I wear my earphones, my iPod volume turned just high enough that I can deflect criticism from everyone around me. The fact that this criticism is probably entirely a creation of my own mind is of no consequence to me at these times. THEY might be judging my clothing- I’ll be the first to admit that I’m no fashion plate, especially not on this well-dressed campus. Maybe it’s my hair, or that slight breakout on my face. I keep my expression carefully neutral, because surely this will give them nothing to laugh at. And every laugh I hear makes me want to shrink into myself a little more and escape the notice of everyone around me. Every person that passes seems to be looking at me just a split second too long. I feel my flaws lit up in neon lights.
I’m so sick of this social anxiety and the toll it takes on me. Walking the short distance from the shuttle stop to my classes should not be psychological torture.
