So, I was sitting in my room, thinking about all the cringe-y stuff I’ve done in my life (as you do) and then I started thinking about how socially awkward I am (as you do). However, I do have moments where I appear to be extremely social which is a huge contradiction to myself and kind of makes me a hypocrite.
But, I digress…
I decided to make a tag, because, well, I haven’t done a tag in a while. (Because you’re so irrelevant and out of the community that no-one cares/knows who you are to tag you.” She thought to herself while blinking back fake tears. :’ ( ) AnYwAyS…
I don’t think I’ve seen this post on here ever, if so and you created it, then I apologise. But, these questions are made up by me and consist of moments that I believe everyone has gone through (or at least should have), but I guess this tag will put it to the test.
(DISCLAIMER: Yes, I am aware that ASSC is a brand. Sue me. Oh, wait, only they can, but I highly doubt they care, so… : ) )
- Answer all the questions
- Attach this basic ass picture I found on Google
- Tag the original creator (moi: untitled366), and 4 or more bloggers of your choice
- Use the tag ‘Anti-Social Social Club Tag’
- Complete this tag to become part of The Anti-Social Social Club today! : ) … okay…
1. When was the last time you felt flustered at a till/when paying for something?
All. The. Damn. Time. My biggest anxiety is when they hand you the change WITH the receipt AND there’s people behind you, so it’s like a race to put the change in your purse (god forbid it’s coins AND notes) and stuff the receipt somewhere AND THEN put your shit in a bag and grab the bag and leave. All in the matter of seconds. Shops in general stress me out. Don’t even get me started on recently, I’ve been looking for a part time job to have during Sixth Form (I know, shout at me later) and I thought I was going to be physically sick at the thought of asking someone for a job. I never would’ve if my friend wasn’t with me. Thank god for applying online!
2. Have you ever had to get your friend or someone to speak for you?
Again, let me reiterate, all the damn time! It’s odd, though. I can’t go and speak to someone for myself, however, if there is someone who is equally or more socially awkward than me, then I can speak for them. Like, what’s up with that?!
3. Have you ever had to speak/perform in front of a big audience?
One of my most memorable memories is when I sang in front of my year 10 year group, which would’ve been more scary if my friend wasn’t singing with me. And then, the mics started spazzing out so that distracted me. But, thankfully, everyone helped us by singing along because the sound was a bit off, which was so cute and nice of them! ❤
I did sing again in year 11, a solo this time, and the lights were on so it was 10x more nerve wracking. When I think back on it, I cringe so hard, but if I listen to the video my friend filmed with my eyes closed, It’s not so bad… I guess…
4. On a scale of 1-10, how nerve-wracking is the idea of entering a packed room late, to you?
I would say 10/10 off the bat, but actually the initial fear wears off once you get passed everyone snapping their heads at you and you actually sit down or do what you need to because then they just get back to their lives, so 6/10.
5. What was the last family/social event you went to, and how awkward was it?
I’m going to be honest, I think it was prom. Back in the beginning of July. There have been multiple family gatherings… I just haven’t gone to any lol. Prom wasn’t awkward, which is a surprise since I was wearing a dress and I hate wearing dresses, but I’ve known them lot for 5 years, so I guess I felt comfortable around them, which is great since I’m never gonna see them again and am gonna need to start school with completely new people next month. Yay.
Of course, ya’ll don’t need to do this if you don’t want to (and why would you, ’cause *points to self* irrelevant. : ) ) But, if you’re a blogger and want to give this a go, then by all means, please do!
You’re all welcome to join The Anti-Social Social Club! : )
(please don’t sue me).