Yes, I tore up the sheet. Didn't want to read it.
If it was critical of me, I sure didn't want to look at it.
And if it was nice things, well, it wasn't about me, but the obedient little robot that my colleagues see every day. And I resented the idea of people writing anything about me, didn't like the idea of being in their consciousness without my permission. Or, for those of my workmates who are more perceptive, it would have been a nice bunch of lies to try and give me a boost. Anyway you shake it, I had no reason to look at it, and I was hating the day so much that I got satisfaction from refusing to participate in this little part of it, and thoroughly enjoyed tearing it up. Can't say I felt any curiosity at all as to what people had written.
Thanks for calling me strong. It's taken me several of these events to actually be able to turn up and last out the day, but even at this one I went ot the toilet a lot of times, and just sat in the cubicle, trying to breathe myself back to some sort of calm. Previously I've had migraines, been sick, had panic attacks.
The key for me is to not even pretend to enjoy it and to participate to the minimum. If people don't like that, well they know where they can shove it. And if anyone should ask me, I will tell them - I suffer from major depression and social phobia.
I never go to department parties, meals, drinks, social events of any kind. When I started my current job, about 2 years ago, I spoke to the guy who organises all these things and just told him that I don't like social functions and never go to them, so to save offence and inconvenience, just don't bother inviting me. Luckily I work with a pretty reasonable bunch, and nobody took offence or gave me a hard time about it. I appreciate it wouldn't work out like that for a lot of people.
Social pressure is very strong, and can force us into situations that, as you say, are way out of our comfort zone. I'm fortunate that, at work at least, I've managed to sidestep much of this (though the 'awaydays' like Wednesday are part of work and not social events, so I have no choice). Outside work I have no friends or social life, just family. And even then, I can be uncomfortable. I'm 48, two years ago my brother turned 50 and the family took him out for a celebration meal. I have forbidden them to do that for me when I am 50. I couldn't stand that, public eating (which I don't like anyway) combined with being the centre of attention. And people might take my picture, which I do not allow.
So I have my life pretty well-designed as far as avoiding my fellow humans is concerned. But sometimes, like Wednesday, I can't escape and feel like a cornered rat.