It happens to everyone I presume. It can be sensed by others. The feeling absorbs and distracts. You become self conscious as you struggle through the experience and the unknowns.
The concerned look remains until you’ve unscrambled the puzzle.
This fear is the fear of not knowing your bus stop or knowing which direction your headed and unfamiliar surroundings.
Only last week did I have the same feelings. They’re still quite fresh and I’ve now recognized them in others.
It won’t be long before I experience it all over again and again. Soon I may lose the feeling altogether and that’s what I’m hoping for.
To never feel lost or confused or nervous.
One stop left. Lansdowne here, Dufferin next.