It's alright to feel inhuman now

You know when you're hanging out and there's always that one Annoying Guy? No, not me, that other one. But that's kind of my point. I hate hanging out with that guy, and it's not because he's annoying. It's because I start to think what if I'm that guy? What if when he's not around it's me who's talking about shit nobody really cares about or can even relate to? So I get really self conscious and clam up. So when that Annoying Guy is talking to you and you're looking at me desperately like Help, sorry in advance but I'm too paralyzed by self-doubt to do anything about it.