So in the ongoing story of my introvert flailing in public spaces, after going for dinner and accompanied tipsyness with coworkers I went out on my own, talked to every single person I recognized from before in the bar, didn't freak out, all good. My main idea was to do this as an exercise, show myself I can do it, that it isn't dangerous, but also maybe strengthen some of the connections I've started making.
Then I decided to make a run for it to see if I could make it to the post office to get a package that was waiting for me. All in a good night's work. Sadly the train was held up between stations and I was five minutes too late to get it. Has a big sad.
Today Ragnarok happens at the same time as I am hosting a get-together of crazy Scandilander crafters with a tendency towards swearing freely. Coincidence?