This morning had a bit of a hurdle because I had to fill up the gas in my car. I didn't know how to do it, but I called my mother and she gave me instructions, so it wasn't too bad. I was confused about how to prepay if you don't know the exact amount of gas you car needs, but it turns out you just have to go in and tell the guy you want to fill up and give him the credit card, then you pump it and return for your card, and he charges based on how much you used. The cashier was distracted with takling to someone and only partially paying me attention, so that helped with some of the anxiety of talking to him. It also kinda comforted me that there was another youngish looking dude pumping gas, and after I was going in, he asked me how to pay, and I told him. So that was doubly good. I got to interact with someone and help them out, and it was comforting to know that I was not stupid for not understanding how it worked.

But today was pretty uneventful at school. For now I only have the one class on Thursdays(sociology).

Not much to say about class. I sat in a different seat, and I kinda felt bad because the class is really full, so i forced someone else to sit in my original, bad seating position. I guess that is how it works, though: First come, first serve. Plus, a lot of other people were scrambled around the room, so it was not just me that was in a different seat.

Afterwards, I went and got my meal plan activated. I mentioned a few days back that I had bought one, but I actually never ended up activating it because there was a huge line, and I had to get to class. Well, I have been nervous about going and activating it now that the time is passed when you would normally do it, but it was fine. I think it was actually the chef who was in the meal office when I went in (he was wearing what looked like a chef outfit), and he activated my plan for me. He was nice, too, and everything was fine.

On the way home, I was on the road where my house is, and there was a woman in front of me who stopped her car to pick up some litter on the side of the road and signaled me to pass and waved to me as I went by. I waved back and smiled. I just wanted to write that because I love when people do that kind of thing. It makes me feel safe to know that there are good people like that.

Feeling that people secretly hate me are growing, but I am trying to fight them, and I think occasionally interacting with people and seeing them genuinely glad to talk to me helps keep the feelings away.

I always have anxiety about going to different gas stations because the payment methods are always a slightly bit different and I do not want to look foolish.

Seeing random acts of kindness, like the driver picking up litter always give my day a lift. Hmm, I'm thinking maybe I want to make more of an effort to do that on a regular basis, I think seeing and doing nice things improves one's outlook.