"No one let Kristy outside," stated the sign taped to the door I had finally found in my attempt to escape a college party featuring a complex net of past, current, and future lovers. Startled, I stood there considering. Relief from social anxiety was so close! Would it count if I let myself outside?
Eventually, I smiled. Eventually, I learned there was a cat named Kristy (didn't get to meet her). Eventually, thankfully, I also outgrew that initial way of thinking which allowed me to believe that a sign handwritten by unknown people could stop me from going through a door.