I invited some of my favorites to a movie showing/art event last night, and almost immeadiately regretted it. I've got specific movie taste; it doesn't bode well for whoever I bring along. The movie was long, and nobody else knew the subject of the documentary, and did I mention it was long? Nothing is as suffocating as watching a movie with the overwhelming sense that the people you are with are absolutely miserable and being stuck there because you don't want to suggest skipping out early.

I was embarrassed. I respect these people, and now it's egg on my face. Two hours of long, drawn-out, obsolete egg. "Don't let this be a character judgement on me!" I thought. "Come on, remember the Taylor you both fell in love with? The one with taste?"

This is the type of social anxiety that never gets diagnosed and routinely makes me appear to be a jerk.

"So, uh... that was kind of long," I said when it was over, trying to apologize.
"No, I loved it!" they said. Bill flashed me the two thumbs up sign.