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Every now and then, you get a reality check which reminds you how things really are.

Out delivering my car to the garage for its service, I encounter a pair who remind me exactly why I withdraw so often.

Jeering mockery of the kind I have experienced all my life. Back home, I stare at myself in the mirror.

What is it that others see which invites such derision, even from total strangers? Is it my slouch, my face, my eyes, my gaze?

Could it just be paranoia? Yes, I suppose it could. It has been said. Equally, it really could be my experience of the world. An experience I address by avoidance.

Hence, the reality check. The obstacle to career progression: me. How I operate in the world. I think I am destined to hide behind my keyboard forever.