“We’re stuck at the kissing stage.”
“Ever think she could be waiting for you to set the pace?”
Christ, have I been so deep in my own mess that I didn’t see that?
Yup. Stuck deep like dick in a vacuum.
Recognizing the problem is the first step in curing it.
When I care, I worry; when I worry, I panic; when I panic, I get anxiety; when I get anxiety…
Clearing my head has become both a job in itself and something that comes easier and easier.
I had planned a post, anxiety-filled, short, on the date, but the date went as well as I let it. I deleted the post because it is that kind of thing, focusing on it, that makes me obsess about what I did wrong. I thought writing about it would help. Its has, just not in the way I thought. It has exposed my psyche, my obsessive-compulsive thoughts on my failings, and brought them to light. With the help of friends and my comrades in the sphere, I have realized what my problem has been.
I am trying to bend the spoon. I am ripping my hair out trying to bend the spoon. I am ruining my life for the spoon.
But there is no spoon. Just me.