Yep I've got crazy social anxiety, so much so that I've not spoken to a woman in 5 years outside of strictly enforced social interactions, my waitress my cashier etc. It's so bad sometimes I don't feel comfortable asking for a refill on my drink or mentioning that something on my order was wrong. Once I went to the taco bell drive through and the woman misheard me and thought I ordered 25 bean burritos and I just didn't know what to do. I couldn't correct her so I ended up with 25 fucking bean burritos. But no boogie is the one that needs all the sympathy because he eats to cope with his disorder...or something. I wish the fatfuck would die already.