Thursday, February 24, 2011
Please form line here
Lines make me anxious. I've never been sure why. Maybe it's because I'm afraid people will be watching me while I stand there. Maybe it's because I'm afraid my friends will get out of line first and leave me behind. Maybe I'm afraid that I'll get stuck next to someone that tries to talk to me, and I won't know what to say and feel awkward. The irony is that I start to feel awkward that I might start feeling awkward. Senior year of high school I had a small bag of goldfish crackers and a V8 splash for lunch everyday. Other people thought I was anorexic. Really I just have weird phobias. This continued through college, where I ate a lot of salads because no one else was in that line. If only this quirk always made me healthier. The other day I made a special effort to go to the gym. I wore exercise clothes to class, which I hate doing, but I was determined. I got to the gym only to discover a long line waiting for the treadmills and bikes, and I turned around and left.
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