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I had the worst social anxiety tonight. All of Burlington was booming with activity, just none that I would have clamored about. Within ten minutes of vicariously wandering the market area, I had grown anxious with intent to escape the excitement. I darted up a side-street and put my headphones on and pulled my hood up. It glowed like a neon sign reading, "Do Not Disturb." It would have been impossible for anyone to have a successful conversation with the racket emanating from the night clubs alone. It looked as if the town were a large-scale casting-call for a new season of MTV's The Real World, all adorn in authentic jerseys and baseball caps. I don't want to admit to having a grass-is-greener complex, but there must be a place more accustomed to my likings.