I'm one of those people who feels awkward over crap I did 20 years ago. Once, in 9th grade, my boyfriend's mom invited me to Olive Garden with their family. I went and ordered the ravioli. Nbd. Well, my boyfriend's sister, who was like 10, got all big eyed, and was like, "Ooh, are we ordering REAL food?" I didn't know they only got salad when they went there and nobody told me otherwise. His mom let me get the ravioli and I was the only one at the table with an actual meal. All his siblings stared at me the whole time we were eating. And this is the reason I take anxiety medicine, lmao.