I don't want to bore you or go into too many unsavory details. I was best man in a wedding, and at the time I had severe anxiety disorder. I should have said no, but it was important to me, so I did it anyway. Wrote the speech for the reception, and all. Practiced their stupid choreographed dance, the maid of honor was kind of a b****. It was one of those dog and pony show weddings, you know, rich people and shit.

It turned out that it was pretty much all that I could do to just get through the ceremony, and I did, fine. The looming threat of the speech, and the dance for the reception got me. I had a full meltdown, and had to flee the wedding. Which involved telling all the people who needed to know, how fucked up I currently was, and apologizing profusely. The groom's mother kinda already knew, so it wasn't a complete surprise for some of them, which helped. Did you know that you can cry so hard, that blood vessels burst in the baggy skin under your eyes?

Later in time, I was left with severe PTSD, and all the friends that were at that wedding, including the groom, slowly disappeared from my life. Today, I have been anxiety attack free for about 3 years.

Fuck those people, and fuck that flat, featurless state that I had to clostrophoba my shattered ass through.