The wind always blows weird in the valley, seems to be coming from all around. I can never put a direction to it. I look at a near by hanging flag, it is lazily drooped on the pole, lifeless, still, except for the edge somewhat moving in the wind, trying to gain a little life. I continue walking, looking for something to do other than playing video games. I need to do something. I feel I should have brought a coat, although hot, the humidity may lead to some situations of a coat being needed. I decide that I am too lazy to go back for it, and trot along anyway. I wanted to go to a little rest stop not even half a mile away from where I live, I wanted to cut through a near by park through a makeshift wooden bridge, but I am afraid that previous rainfall may have moved the pallets and boards out of the way of the trail, so I decide to walk on the side of the road. The gas station is only a ways away, it is really the only source of a refreshing drink besides tea and water at my house, and I kind of wanted a soda. As I am walking I try not to look at any of the cars that pass me three feet away, not out of fear of being hit, but for what is inside those moving metal mechanisms...Only 250 feet or so away, just need to go through the parking lot, while dodging cars and tractor trailers that go through, one of the great perks of living off the exit of a highway. Various horns can be heard, must be busy, and people’s patience is running thin, I decide to hurry along towards the path. I decide to walk up towards the gas station, and turn the corner towards the entrance, then I spot one. He is a bit older, double, maybe even triple my age. My heart races a bit, and my breaths become a little shallow, but it would be too awkward to turnaround now. So I decide to do something terrible, I hold the door for the man, he says thank you, my heart sinks because now due to human history of being social creatures I have to say, “you’re welcome,” in a nice cheerful manner, much to my shagrin. I enter the gas station, making sure not to go in the same direction as the stranger, and head to where the drinks are and-there is someone standing there. Well great, now I have to pretend to look at candy until she decides to pick out a drink, I can’t stand next to her, what would she think? That I am creepy? Desperate? That the drink I am getting means I am lesser to her? So I wait, until the terrible possibility of an event rolls over. She finally picks out some bottles of water, and a sweetened tea, not that I was looking, it is just what I saw her carry as I was behind her in the line to the cash register, but then it happens, a man who seems to be in a tremendous hurry steps behind me, he isn’t impatient, and isn’t angry, just...in a hurry, so I am stuck in between this sandwich of horror until I decide to make the brave decision and asked the man if he wants to get in front of me. “Uh no thanks bud, you can go on ahead, what I am getting will take more time than what you got there,” so polite...I hated that. That meant I had to the turn, and face the cashier, without doing my noble deed, and hand her my items with that man’s words stirring in his head, like he did a great thing, and how I made an utter ass out of myself just asking him if he wanted to get in front of me. So I quickly pay, fumbling the money out my wallet, making my heart race even more with social anxiety, coming here on such a busy day was a bad idea. So I quickly exit the store have dealt with too many social situations in one tiny place. I decide to play it safe and head back home. On my way back I thought of ways of hiding my beverage to oncoming cars, I didn’t want them judging me for the drink I had. Then a guy in a green...car, I don’t know cars well, yelled to me,”hey!” and my heart sank when I had to use my reaction to look up and see him, and then see the other people behind him. My heart racing with fear every millisecond at the people who looked at me, and me, idiotically, looking back at them like...like some kind of attention seeking imbecile! I decide to look down more, and pick up the pace back home. I notice nothing on the way home, just the thoughts of my social suicide the happened today. I open the door to my house go upstairs, lay on my bed, and go to sleep, at least here, I don’t have to stare at those carriers of a social infection anymore...