I bought myself a lovely little Samsung Galaxy Note today! I christened it DC (a gender neutral for a gender neutral Note. I like naming my items).


I went to buy DC from Officeworks with Gabby and Alex during our break at uni. It was a little wound up after experiencing terrible customer service, and didn't get a chance to open DC up until I arrived to my Mum's workplace. I noticed the Stylus Pen it's supposed to come with wasn't in the box. I searched everywhere and had a minor freak out.


I immediately got on the phone and range up Officeworks, spending 15 minutes on the phone explaining how my Galaxy Note didn't come with the Stylus Pen. They told me that I could visit my local store and change the Galaxy (if it didn't come with the Stylus they said, then it's technically a faulty product that needs replacing) and get a new one. I agreed and went to my local Officeworks.

I told them my name and my situation, and they opened up the box and took out DC. Now, naturally the Stylus Pen was tucked in on the back side of the Note. "So, yeah, the pen is just on the side here," the worker said to me, as he and four other workers tried not to laugh at me. One left the store to laugh out loud. He was really nice about it though. "Would you like to look at anything else while you're here?" he asked innocently. "No thank you," I said aloud. "I need to drown in my shame. Have a good day!" My Mum, six hours later, is still laughing her backside off.

If anything can go wrong, it'll go wrong - and it'll happen to me. I feel that frequent bursts of embarrassing and humiliating things happen to me more often than it does to any other normal person. Many people seem to think I'm exaggerating or overreacting (I frankly tell them that they're wrong) and I just react differently depending on the situation. As a chronic sufferer of severe anxiety (generalised anxiety disorder) and a perfectionist with a fear of failure and embarrassment, I tend to be severely impacted by things which I perceive to be less than perfect. I tend to combat this by having a dry, sarcastic approach and manner, and have a depreciating sense of humour. This is just how I cope with it, I guess.

I can tell you how I tried flirting with a guy when I was sixteen, and accidentally slapped someone else in the face. I can also mention how I tried talking to this guy at a social event and got so nervous I started talking about bread sticks and dust. Or how I physically get up and walk away when someone approaches me and tries to talk. Let me tell you that I'm not only like this around the opposite sex. I think I'm an incredibly socially awkward person, and this does stem from my low self-esteem and chronic anxiety issues. I just think I'm boring and that sooner or later, people will get so bored of me that they end up leaving. I have fallen on top of strangers, had my skirt fly up in the wind in front of prominent people and even choked on my own saliva in front of people I thought were really cool and interesting.

Okay, so I'm clumsy, socially awkward and have an exponentially high chance of embarrassing myself in public; add obsessive compulsive anxiety machine in there and you have quite the cocktail. This doesn't detract from me as a person though. Sure, I make mistakes (as we all do), and I can accept that. I apologised to the workers at Officeworks and they were really good about it (well, they were in high spirits because they were laughing at my epic failure). My friends genuinely tell me that they're not laughing at me, but they find my tales to be so funny. If I can turn my embarrassment into something that's a bonding experience, or make my loved ones smile after they've had a crappy day, then well I suppose I'm happy.

No but really, why do these things eventually find their way to me?!