It's been a while since I have what to talk about. most of my life is usually battling one social anxiety over the next, I'm feel like I'm always on eggshells and that one wrong word and I'm hit right back in my cage. a kinda proverbial prison in the mind, where i wait to be healed from the stinging rejections.
I am finding that a lot of the fears behind left leaning furries did not lead to the ostracization I was expecting, yet I still am waiting for the hypothetical bomb to go off.
And now? I'm going to Anthro New England, and I must admit, I am half excited, half terrified. I should know it'll be fine and I'll have a blast. and yet, I'm always scared of opening my mouth and insta blocked off. it's quite horrid and crippling to live with this as a constant fear.
Maybe this trip will help?
Maybe I'll achieve something in my life?
maybe it'll be a clusterfuck that'll make sure I never visit the US again?

All this and more on the horizon.
I hope this will go well.