Social anxiety! I was at the DMV (Department of Motor Vehicles for those outside of the US) yesterday, and I felt like I was so different that everyone must be staring at me, although I could hardly bring myself to see if they were. And all the forms I had to fill out and sign with a shaky hand, and having to remember to pick up my sweat shirt AND my bottle of sugary grape-cranberry juice that I keep for diabetic emergencies AND my purse... 3 items are a lot to keep track of! Hey, I'm not complaining, it was just a trip to the DMV, but it was a lot to me, and when you add up all the little things that cost a lot in life... well that amounts to a real complication, if you ask me, because without AS these things would not have been any concern at all. The good news is that I aced the written test (was renewing my driver's license). But really, my sister would not ever have thought to mention a DMV visit other than in passing, and I had to go home and decompress from it for hours.