I’m in bed, still awake well after getting off work, thinking about going on this date this weekend. I’ve become such a creature of habit that it’s genuinely uncomfortable to feel excited about this.
I was talking to somebody recently about this and concluded that I’ve built up something of a shell when it comes to relationships where I never even give people a chance… yet I’d be lying if I didn’t say I haven’t already thought of reasons not to go through with date 2. And that concerns me, because that’s such neurotic behavior that it seems problematic.
I don’t know what kind of trauma has caused me to be this way, but I’m trying not to. I’m definitely going on the date and I’m giving this girl a chance. I’m excited, and that’s spooky because this just isn’t what I do. But literally every one of my friends said exasperated things like “finally!” and the like, and I trust my friends.
Why is it the dumb simple things that are always so hard? Anyway, here’s an emoji because I don’t know how to close out this post about silly worries.
I was talking to somebody recently about this and concluded that I’ve built up something of a shell when it comes to relationships where I never even give people a chance… yet I’d be lying if I didn’t say I haven’t already thought of reasons not to go through with date 2. And that concerns me, because that’s such neurotic behavior that it seems problematic.
I don’t know what kind of trauma has caused me to be this way, but I’m trying not to. I’m definitely going on the date and I’m giving this girl a chance. I’m excited, and that’s spooky because this just isn’t what I do. But literally every one of my friends said exasperated things like “finally!” and the like, and I trust my friends.
Why is it the dumb simple things that are always so hard? Anyway, here’s an emoji because I don’t know how to close out this post about silly worries.