Not liking something does not necessarily mean that it is bad.
As the rats scurry across the subway platform, making sure to hug the walls in their obscure path, I feel a solace with them. I, to, often feel relegated to the walls and corners, I too feel an outsider albeit not a subterranean, long-tailed one but a human one. Our pains are essentially the same.
anxiety is not cured by forcing a person into the situation that makes them anxious