Being an empath, I can't be around too many people all at once and going to flea markets bugs the living crap out of me. I can't stand being in crowds of people and it drives me nuts that I have to go to these places because most of them are superficial narcissists going to the University nearby. Then there come the parents and some of the others that have marinated in perfume, fake tans, and attitudes of complete snobbery that you just want to tell them, "Money doesn't buy manners, honey. Learn how to speak to others in a language other than ***hole." I get anxiety being "forced" to go to these places because of my diet and, so help me, grocery shopping really stinks. Concerts are starting to bother me...I guess when Dave Brockie died from GWAR (good friends), going to concerts destroyed it for me. Talking about his death hurts me and I don't think I'll ever get over it. I was to give him something when he came back to Lincoln, NE and cook dinner for the band but he died and he was expecting something from me. His last words to me after I told him about what I was going to give him (a GWARGOYLE) was **** YEAH!!!!!!!! I feel cheated..sorry, I'm crying. His death really hurts...