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I feel claustrophobic when people ask me on Monday AM what I did that weekend, because: 
1. I hate small talk and feel trapped by this inane question, and 
2. Whatever I did, usually something alone, it won't make sense and I'll be pitied for having no friends. I feel claustrophobic when people ask me on Monday AM what I did that weekend, because: 1. I hate small talk and feel trapped by this inane question, and 2. Whatever I did, usually something alone, it won't make sense and I'll be pitied for having no friends.
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