Doing new things. It’s not so much the novelty, it’s that latent perfectionism that wants to me do it right the first time out of the gate, and the idea that it might take a try or two.
Phone calls. Unless it’s my parents or best friends, it’s probably going to go through to voicemail. How long have I been planning on calling and making doctors appointments now? Two weeks? Making phone calls seems like such an ordeal to me, I can’t say why.
The shy introvert in me cringes when it comes to interacting with strangers, unless it’s in a work, public service type setting. When I’m out walking my dogs I’m never sure whether to wave to other people in the apartment complex or the maintenance guys or not. So I over-analyze and make myself feel very awkward.
Peeing in a public place. Yes, even still at nearly 28. Unless I’m drinking, then no problem. Or an airport bathroom where there is plenty of other noise. Oh goodness.
The idea of moving to Colorado alone. The thought of applying for jobs and apartments, alone, from halfway across the country. Biggest source of stress right now.
Drugs. Even alcohol used to make me uncomfortable (when used by others, it never bothered me to partake). The loss of inhibitions and relaxing of self-control would make me paranoid about what the drinker might do. I think that faded as I came to realize that the affect is not that strong, as I learned the affect it has on me. But drugs? Yeah, I haven’t given those the same chance I’ve given alcohol so it can make me a little uncomfortable. (Very strange to have to consider “420 friendly”/”no 420” roommate listings in Colorado.)