That party was more than thirty years ago, but my reaction was eerily typical of the kind of social anxiety that I would experience throughout the rest of my life. I sincerely believed that my social life was over forever because my mom put white cheese on the burgers instead of orange cheese. I also genuinely believed that my classmates’ like or dislike of white cheese would determine their overall judgment of my total being. Forever. Part of it is that I am pretty judgmental myself, and always have been.
