title: the wonderland that is social anxiety
1st…shopping with the amish
me: do you have any straw for sale
clerk: check with owen
2nd…my thinking: why didn’t i ask who owen is?
straw hat & beard, right? haha.
3rd…my thinking: i should ask them, but i’m pretty sure
they were speaking english before they saw me….
(two men speaking gothic german)
4th…me: nope! no straw today, thanks!
i was at this amish store one day, and i went up to ask the clerk something. i posed my question to the man standing next to the check out counter only to be told, “i don’t work here.”
i was mortified. i felt like a total ass. i think this contributed to my not asking, “who is owen?”
yay for social anxiety.
i am having fun translating my thoughts & obsessions into comics. these are all rough doodles. maybe i will finish them one day? maybe there will be a more neurotic comics! eventually?