Things That Shouldn’t Give Me Anxiety, But Do (Part Three)
Doing introductions as a group while in a circle makes me panic about ‘messing up’ my own. I will sit there silently reciting my own introduction over & over again in my head until it is finally my turn.
People who share my name – I get nervous when I meet other people with my name. & this is because for some reason, spelling always arises. “My name is Allison/Allyson/Alison/Alyson too! How do you spell yours?” There is the pause of packed anxiety before the answer. “Oh, you spell it with two L’s…” & they trail off. & it is awkward because -one L or Y- Allison’s have led a different life than -two L, one I- Allison’s.
Going through security detectors – It could be as complex as the security at the airport or as harmless as the ones at the video store exit. I exhale deeply & step through as quickly as possible. & it isn’t connected to guilt. It is connected to fear of being innocent & the alarm going off anyway.
6 thoughts on “Things That Shouldn’t Give Me Anxiety, But Do (Part Three)”
Going through customs does the same for me, even though I’m innocent.
We’re always SO innocent.
YES. Customs is the worst. I actually get stressed out whenever I have to admit that I shared an apartment with another girl named Amanda. I feel like it makes me weird, to have friends with my same name.
I hear you sister!
The Michele vs Michelle convo always leads to a dead end.
Do you remember me being a sweaty babbler when we went through customs on our way to CA? Did I tell you I had to go through the full body scanner at the Montrose airport, of all places? EEP.
I’m surprised that Montrose even HAS a body scanner at their airport.
WoW – I definitely also recite my introductions when in a group! And i’m always in groups with these amazingly overachieving people who say what they’ve done SO much better than I would! AND I agree about the airport security, makes my heart beat soo fast, and I have to fiddle with my laptop that used to be full of anti-capitalism stickers, just makes me panic.