I hate the pressure of picking out records. I'll admit it. It's one of those situations similar to when you're asked to discuss for whom and how you're voting. In your mind, you know exactly who, how, and why you want your particular candidate to win the election, but in a friendly debate, it's impossible not to over analyze your company's opinions. You take into account their age, the way that they're dressed, their manner of speaking, the environment where the conversation is taking place, and even their level of intoxication.
For example, lets say you're at a friend of a friend's house. You walk into the room and join a a crowd with who you, for the most part, are barely acquainted with. You sit, politely chat, have a beer, and then, oh shit, it's your turn to pick out a record. In any sort of similar situation when you are surrounded by your own close friends, you would effortlessly stroll over to the vinyl collection and immediately pick out an album. But this scenario is different. The pressure's on. You wonder: "will a choice that I think is obviously sarcastic be taken in the same fashion, or will I look like a dumbass?" You struggle with taking the easy way out by picking a classic album and then ponder whether something with a more recent release date would be appropriate. As you finger through the records, you realize that with each passing minute it is becoming more and more apparent that you aren't comfortable in your quest. The silence becomes overwhelming and your company is restless. Finally, you cave and go for the first thing you can find. You then realize that no one is even paying attention.
Perhaps, this post explains why i am such an anxious person.
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