by Homebody Apparel
I've been told this is what happens when the humans are near...especially when I get the clear impression that they have no cares at all about invading my personal bubble. Sometimes, when I go grocery shopping (I know... it's a thing of hellish trials), I can even find a way to smile at the people who are blocking the isle. However, sometimes I approach and when they don't notice me, I turn around to go the other way only to find myself face to face with another couple walking towards all of us. Then I have to negotiate with my other half to reconcile with the fact that I will almost certainly have an awkward encounter trying to skooch myself past someone and their cart without saying anything or being noticed. I usually end up with the classic "sorry, excuse me. sorry.". And that can do the trick, although the old heart rate likes to kick it up regardless. It's all good as long as I don't start wondering about whether or not those people hate me for not saying "excuse me" loud enough or something. All of this I will process in my head, sometimes on a loop, and on a good day it won't last too long. Either way, it's an adventure... This really gets interesting in crowds.
I've found that it is easier to explain in the simplest terms possible. It takes effort, but this frees me up to breathe my way through it. Side-note: hyperventilating isn't breathing. It's like scratching a poison oak rash...or licking chapped lips. That's another thing! Is it possible to have enough lip balm? I think not.
• 100% combed and ring-spun cotton (heather colors contain polyester)
• Fabric weight: 4.2 oz (142 g/m2)
• Shoulder-to-shoulder taping