As I get older I struggle more and more with social anxiety and depression. These mental disorders run in my family and I have long suspected that I would have to deal with them as an adult. This is an illustration I did of an experience I recently had at a show I went to and the feelings elicited within me.
I call it 'Safety First' because the show was on a night
Philadelphia & the East Coast was supposed to get a huge snow storm and we had driven down from Philly to Delaware hoping to outrun the storm on the way home.
All the while I was at this show I thought how reckless these people
were to be out while simultaneously acknowledging my own anxiety &
the ridiculousness of feeling that this fun-loving crowd should just stay home for safety's sake.
I was
jealous, I wanted to join in, I wanted to be a part of the fun but I
couldn't. My thoughts wouldn't allow me no matter how hard I tried to
fake it. I saw myself with this silly garb on in the middle of the crowd, road cone hat and orange
vest because, to me, I was a caution sign, I was saying to myself and
everyone else (silently) "SLOW DOWN, you are freaking me out."
more after the jump.