Quote Originally Posted by LazySmoking420
"Social anxiety disorder, also called social phobia, is an anxiety disorder in which a person has an excessive and unreasonable fear of social situations. Anxiety (intense nervousness) and self-consciousness arise from a fear of being closely watched, judged and criticized by others. Many people are uneasy with shyness in others, especially in cultures which value individuality and taking charge."

This disorder has pleged my entire adolescence and early adulthood life, Being the shy guy..has really effected my soical life, obviously. Relationships, are what make life worth living... and it really kills you when you cant shake this anxiety. When I'm with my few good friends(life-long buddies), family. I'm super outgoing and social. But when you put me in an unknown group of people, or around females...I shut off. I want the relationship with the person but it becomes a forced thing...It cant just come "natural" because of my anxiety. "Why is your friend so quite?"... I see men walking around with beautiful girlfriends.. I want that..kind of relationship so badly you can taste it... but to get that you gotta speak up. The anxiety has a hold around my balls and wont let go...It just wont.. People say man, Just get over it and lighten up...as if social anxiety disorder was a light switch that one could turn on and off. If I could I would...it's not that easy.

This of course has lead to some major depression, Which has lead to alcohol to numb the pain.. alcohol-depression go hand in hand... I've been down some dark roads with that evil tonic. I'm just know getting off the souce and trying to face my problems head on.

Sorry for the post, Just had to get some stuff off my chest. Now it's time to face the world...either they accept or reject me, I can only be me...

Good day.

I am like that if I am not high enough. I am 60% hard of hearing, which makes it hard to hear people coming from behind me or from the side, obviously. Anyways my stepdad would always make a mission of catching me whacking off. when he did he'd throw me in my room and gut every last bit of anything that could be possibly entertaining, and keep me there for about 3 months at a time. I would come out only for hours of manual labor. I had no friends and I still don't have any, but with weed I can get through social situations happily.
:rasta: cannabis is truly transformative and its helping me forget that horrible thing and a whole host of others. I am only 21 still, hopefully lots of life ahead of me

oh, the reason for this post is that I suffer from a similiar malady, just for different reasons.