The day started out well enough: coffee and email and a little bit of WoW, then I caught the 21-Hayes down to the Ferry Building to meet my friend, Will, his friend, J.P., and the farmer’s market. But when I got off the bus, something didn’t seem right. None of the food in the booths looked appetizing at all, and all the people wandering around were crowding me in. I met up with Will and J.P. and we went inside the building to find lunch, but even in there, all the noise and distraction was closing in on me.
While we were standing at the Peet’s Coffee, my friend, Art, approached me with his friend, Paul. The five of us all greeted and made small talk for a moment before the two of them wandered off. I stood there as the entire world collapsed to this one little spot about 30 feet in front of me, crushing me. I couldn’t breathe and a sense that I was about to vomit came upon me.
“I have to go home now; I’ll see you guys later,” I was able to blurt out and booked out of the Ferry Building as fast as I could and got to the nearest bus stop for the 21-Hayes, and leaned up against the support column of the canopy, not understanding what was happening to me.
Once I got on the bus, I started to feel more calm, and I stopped at Flipper’s and got something to eat and tried to figure out what was going on.
Now I’m sitting here at home, feeling exhausted. This has never happened to me before.
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