A new born calf could walk through any situation easier then I ever would. Instincts.
It knows to get up and walk all I know is that I lock my knees.
I'm a deer in headlights when the waitress asks me what I want to drink.

Lemonade.

My medication causes this.

I don't dare to fix it because I'd **** to stutter in front of the whole dinner table rather than being sad again.
I'm not going back there again