I went out partying for the first time, had a panic attack and complete strangers took care of me in the parking lot
one of my friends from high school invited me out to a punk show because I'm getting over a breakup, and it turned into a whole weekend of drinking and being stupid.
I'm 19, so I'm still new to all of this, and thought I was handling it well, but on the second night when I got out to the parking lot of the dive we were at, my ride home had disappeared.
And then it was like all of the anxiety I would normally feel around that many people from the whole weekend hit at once. next thing I know I was ugly crying on the concrete in a ball. I was incredibly crossed, so i didn't really know what was going on and couldn't see clearly, but 2 absolutely wonderful women gave me a cigarette, talked me back down until I knew where I was, and helped me into the DJs car because he said he would take me back to my house.
I can't get one of these strangers out of my head.
the way she held my chin and made me look up at her is still rattling around my brain. i didn't really even see her face until the next day when I apologized over DMs, but it still flipped that "liquify" switch in my brain. (and I think that's the only reason I got to the car)
I plan on going back to another show and then the same dive next weekend because a band I liked is playing, and my roommate wants to come this time. I seriously don't know whether to completely avoid her to avoid embarrassing myself, or try to talk to her and actually properly meet her...