Who ever it is who takes over my body for 30 seconds when I have to pass a social interaction during an escalating panic attack, why can't I be her full time? That bitch just casually handles seeing old acquaintances with a "I would love to catch up some time, but I'm running late. I'll call you tonight to plan a time to get coffee!" Like I'm not right there losing my shit. And now guess who has to deal with a phone call after they get done cramming themselves into the tightest space they can find and counting to twenty 10 times. Thats right! Me! UGH! Anyone else dissociate so hard they become a perky sells rep or is that just me?