Paranoia, or something else...?

After an incredibly embarrassing episode in Relief Society a few weeks ago (and the subsequent "fix," if you will), I felt confident that everything would smooth out, and go back to normal: me sitting by myself, but content.

Well...I must be paranoid, because when I went to church today, it seemed that people were avoiding conversation, and, dare I say, eye contact with me.

Uh...okay...

Have I somehow gained the label of rabble-rouser? Am I a pariah?

Or did I smell funny? Was I wearing too much makeup? It shouldn't bother me, I guess, but it's one thing to be ignored (and I am so not complaining), and another to be an outcast.

In reality, nobody probably even remembers. I am probably just jumping at my own shadow.