Personal Narrative Essay: Personal Experience, And Personal Relationships

Anxiety. Everyone feels it at one point or another; at a first date, a job interview or even on a wedding day. I, however, experience that feeling most of the time that I am required to interact with people and it has immensely interfered with my friendships as well as my relationships. I am almost twenty years old and still have not had a proper boyfriend. Why? Because I’m afraid. My way of flirting is glancing at the person several times in hopes that our eyes will meet and we’re going immediately fall in love. This might be a bit of a stretch, but nonetheless, dating is scary. In fact, this morning I had an encounter with a cute guy in class, he was struggling to keep the door from closing so I decided to help him. As I approached him,

However, this January, my high school friend, Blanca, invited me to a small gathering she held to celebrate her 20th birthday and to catch up with old friends. Initially, I was excited to and gatherings with friends and cancelling last minute, even with my best friend, because I’m always afraid that they’re going to hate me (note: i sometimes feel like they only talk to me bc they feel bad for me). Sometimes I feel as if I am better off talking with friends online rather than in real life, but deep down I know that does absolutely nothing for my mental health. Don’t get me wrong, I want to have a social life, I want to go out with friends. I don’t want to point my finger at anyone but I do feel as if my parents contributed a lot to the way that I am. My parents are strict Mexicans who believe that I shouldn’t go out with my friends unless I am being chaperoned by one of my younger siblings or until I move out. The thing is, that they barely let me go out with friends during my high school years, and when I did go out, I had to be answering their calls and texts every half hour. Once when I was sixteen, I went to the park with my friends, but was too afraid of how to act because my dad was fifteen feet away and watching my every move. Every time I went out, my parents would tell me that they were testing me to see if I ready to go out more often, so of course, that got me even more nervous and never properly enjoyed myself. However, it is not solely my parents’ fault that I am a nervous wreck most of the time, it is also my own fault for not standing up to all of the rules as well as to my own