If you keep up with fashion in any way: absolutely
If not: probably>>30335
You make it sound cute. Basically I have extreme social anxiety, can barely speak when I’m nervous, generally extremely introverted, completely unable to connect with or open up to people. It’s not cute ticks or tastes or whatever, just extreme social incompetence and awkwardness that makes it impossible for me to have proper contact with others. If I have to do something where I know I have to hold a boy or something I usually cry in the bathroom beforehand, inbetween, and afterwards, and have to try to cry straight down to the sink so my tears don’t stream down my face and fuck up my makeup. When I’m working I get treated normally during the work itself, I’m a good listener and am very patient, but during downtime I’m a fucking outcast. They don’t even invite me to have lunch/dinner anymore when we are on a trip. It’s extra painful when it’s like on-set lunch or something and nobody acknowledges me the moment the lens isn’t on me anymore. I walk to the lunch tables and I just sit by myself while everyone else is having fun like it’s middle school or something.
I DM’d this one girl I work with quite often (typing is much easier than talking for me) and she said that everybody basically thinks I’m retarded.>>30337
No. There’s no way I’m going to reveal who I am, but while I don’t know Ali personally (I don’t really remember her, at least), I’m pretty sure she’s had bfs and does fun things with her friends.>>30345
Basically, but that comic doesn’t show how disturbing and creepy the men behind the door are.