Back as a freshman, I thought I had a social anxiety disorder. For the former part of my freshman year, I was obessed with the disorder and read everything about it. I can remember days being fascinated with case studies with people who died because they were reluctant to tell people they had choked in a bone in a restaurant. It sounded like me.
Now I feel like I have a seasonal affective depression. In Pittsburgh and only in Pittsburgh do I feel very antisocial and strangely grumpy during the cold months. Why why why.