Anxiety

"The unpleasant emotional state consisting of psychophysiological responses to anticipation of unreal or imagined danger, ostensibly resulting from unrecognised intrapsychic conflict. Physiological concomitants include increased heart rate, altered respiration rate, sweating, trembling, weakness and fatigue, psychological concomitants include feelings of impending danger, powerlessness, apprehension and tension."

This is me. My psychologist says that I suffer from an anxiety problem that makes me scared to do the simplest things. Picking up the phone, going down hallways, everything. It's nice to know what's wrong with me and all...but still...as I read the psychological definition above, I start to worry if I'm even sane. "unreal or imagined" danger...oh dear. But I'm going to work on it. Soon, I'll be normal, I promise.
On other news, Jesse has decided that instead of going to Alabama, he's going to Ithaca to "see the boy." Yes, Jesse...our famous Jesse, is going to leave his two best friends to have a frolic in the garden of sexual delight. At first I was mad...all our plans were ruined. But you know, after accepting Braden's new ladyfriend, accepting this won't be so bad either. I've gotten used to disappointment. I just hope that maybe this weekend, something good will come of my party and I'll wake up the following morning to be happy for once. Happiness, wow. That's a pretty great concept.


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