I say this not as a complaint or necessarily for help but rather, as a matter of fact. I live a life of avoidance. When I was a kid in junior high or high school, I avoided everything. I didn't even eat lunch, I wouldn't even know who to sit with. I had two friends but only because they were my age, lived on the same street in my neighborhood and our parents were friends so it's by default only. Only when I look back do I realize the incredible anxiety I had and about nothing, of course. Unimaginable levels. Parents never knew. I was great at hiding things my feelings included. My father would ask, hey son, how are you doing, expecting only a canned answer, the only answer I could give him. "Fine dad," Ha...."fine," how idiotic, ha ha ha, seriously. I could have been holding my decapitated head in my hands from which the word "fine" would have been uttered and my father would have smiled and been on his way.
I've had major clinical depression and anxiety disorder all my life and been medicated on just about everything, going full circle back to one of the oldies, a cocktail of Imipramine & Wellbutrin, heavy on the Imipramine. It's worked. At one time, long ago, i found myself without insurance and unemployed and my depression was as heavy as six feet of earth. It could be 90 degrees and I was so cold I could hardly move. My bones felt like they were being hammered by a thousand little kids, evil kids. Oh the good ole days.
Back to avoiding everything. Now that I'm old, I've gotten it down to a science, perhaps even an art form. What has helped me is being incredibly unremarkable. I'm not putting myself down. Rather, my unremarkable state of being has allowed my to carry on my craft. For instance, through circumstances not under my control, which is a rarity, let's say I had to walk through a room of adult party goers. I could do so and absolutely no one would notice me. Same when I depart. I've walked into movie theaters, not paid, and gone right past the ticket taker. Even in conversations with multiple people, I'l l be making a point, which in reality is really pointless, and the person next to me will just talk right over me. Mind you, these people could be the nicest in the world but somehow I disappear. It's interesting really. It's not good or bad. It just is. It's actually funny in a weird sort of way.
By the way, as far as that photo, no, I'm not the bright green umbrella, I'm not even one of the black umbrellas. I'm out of the picture.
Time to stop rambling on and on and desist pulling the string on my back.