Last week, I decided to go to the movies with a few friends.

I was expecting it to be rather pleasant, and was quite looking forward to an $8 frozen coke made of GODDAMN GOLD.

But instead, it nearly killed me.

You see, my two friends are pretty laid back or “chill” as the cool kids would say. As we walked into the movies they plonked themselves down dead center. “Oh, wowie”, I thought. “We got pretty good seats didn’t we!” That was until…

I looked at our tickets and it became overwhelmingly clear thatwe were not sitting in our allocated seats.

I panicked. My breathing became faster. My palms got all sweaty. My knees began to shake.

If I had to design hell, it would look a lot like someone Ido not knowapproaching me to inform me that I am sitting intheirseat. I spend my entire life trying to avoid socially uncomfortable situations, and this was practically inviting one.

Hell looks like sitting in the WRONG seats in a cinema. Image via Giphy.

I felt like yelling at every person who walked in "IS THIS YOUR SEAT? I can move. I can...leave. You know what, I'll leave. And please have my frozen coke. You want popcorn? Small or large?"

This frankly traumatic experience prompted me to think about other forms of modern day torture that are so socially excruciating they keep you up at night.

Liking someone's old photo on Instagram or Facebook

There are few times in life where I exercise more caution than when I'm 114 weeks deep on someone's Instagram feed.

But it's been a solid 15 minutes of stalking. You become fatigued. Your scrolling becomes less controlled. Until BOOM - the routine scroll becomes a double tap and you've just humiliated yourself beyond repair.

It's usually someone Iveryvaguely know. As in well enough for them to recognise my face, but not well enough to be liking pictures from their Euro trip in mid 2014.

For a moment you can't breath. You think "UNLIKE UNLIKE MAYBE THEY WON'T SEE IT". Then you throw your phone across the room and clutch your mouth in horror.

In 11 seconds you go through the seven stages of grief, concluding with reluctantly accepting that theywillsee it, and life will never be the same again.

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Getting stuck in amovinggrocery line, while your mum/partner runs off to get "just one more thing!"

You know what's not a fun pastime?

Edging closer and closer to the counter at Woolworths, with impatient people behind you, and having your mum pop off for a moment because she forgot couscous.

What...what am I meant to do? Do I...let the person behind me go first? But more importantlyWHERE IS SHE? WHERE?

She's probably lost. Or decided to buy a few other things on the way. And I am TRAPPED in a living nightmare.

The only appropriate response is to hurl all the groceries in the air and run out screaming. It's all just too much for one woman to handle.

Not being able to hear someone, so asking them to repeat themselves...and still not understanding what they've said

Haaaaa hahahah (I hope you didn't just tell me your dog died) hahaha ahahah ahhhh. You're so funnywhen I can't hear anything you've said why can't you speak up like a normal person.

Having your colleagues sing 'Happy Birthday' to you while maintaining eye contact

If someone out there knows what you are meant to do with your face while people are singingatyou, then please, let me know.

You have to try and look joyful, without looking like you're enjoying the attention too much. And also grateful. But also humble.

This. This is what my face looks like. Image via Giphy.

I swear this absurd ritual was invented by someone who deep down knows how much every single human being hates it, and wastrolling us.

Other examples of social torture include:

There are just some situations that make you want to crawl into a hole and lay there for a few weeks to recover. But there is some solace in knowing they're shared.