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I have no problem with presenting at staff meetings, or standing up in a room full of 300 strangers and telling dick jokes, or getting on stage and dancing in the style of a culture I have no particular connection to. But if someone else calls attention to me… I just want to drop right through the floor. I can’t even stand having people sing “Happy Birthday” to me. Having attention called to me by someone else is possibly my most irrational fear. (Because fear of spiders is completely rational.)