A guy held a door open for me, which made me happy.
Until I realized, or thought I realized--hard to tell for sure as it happened fast--that he was giving me a wierd stare. My paranoia set it and that one moment ruined my entire day of happiness and joy I had felt prior. Suddenly all the happy memories and positive comments I recieved today became twisted in my mind. I conviced myself that people didn't like the dress I had on, they only said so because they felt sorry for me. And then as soon as I left they talked bad about me behind my back.
I realized that everyone pry knew that I was just some sad "trans" case.