How come i'm always the dumbest, worst dressed and least liked person in the starbucks?

my experience on good friday almost put me into therapy (again) a group of young church goers all freshly scrubbed and happy and chatting were inside. i looked like a goblin from a night of draught drinking and chain smoking. they all looked right through me. i think that was the worst cut of all. i had a grande pike by the way. sluurrrrrp