Its all a matter of perception.
To some, its the simplest thing in the world. Easy to overcome. Easy to distinguish between self induced anxieties and real danger and overcome them.
I wish I fit in with those people. Although my inhibitions are not as severe as they could be, and I thank the gods for that small measure of sanity, they are still limiting enough. To some, its a cute quirk. The gently shoulder tilt and head twitch that stress triggers. The fact that I can find anything in my disorganized organization with a blindfold on. Its cute, even, that I refuse to sit with people to my back, that I don't like to shake hands, that I use hand sanitizer like its a balm for what ails me. Its a touch comical to watch me interact with Styrofoam. And that "everything has to be done specifically" quirk? Yeah that's real cute. (Someone tell my room mate that because we've been living together for months now and he just now figured out how to put the dishes away.)
So.. you may ask yourself at this point "What the HELL is she getting at?"
I suppose I will have to use the cliche line "You'll see" at this point because I have to go wash my hands again.
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