Anxiety and taking a trip down memory lane….

Anxiety and taking a trip down memory lane….

Part 1

Greetings,
 

Who knew-after all of these years Pete Whetstone (not his real name) could still make me throw up, make me want to “cut class” or in this case the graduation party. I think my ownership of HIM should be stronger. I have in fact kicked his ass. I ripped his shirt while pummeling him into a locker, so why am I throwing up? Probably he should be throwing up in fear of my all mighty kickasstitude. He was a bully. He was mean to me, he was cruel and tormented me. I kicked his as three times-so maybe he was not the smartest fellow. Like don’t fuck with the dog if you know you are going to get bit. Yes I am the one throwing up.

So I am watching the clock in sweet anticipation. I want to do this for my friend. I want to show up at her sons graduation because she is important to me. I want to support her. I let anxiety win at her daughters graduation. I am not going to let anxiety win this time. I need hope. Literally I need HOPE. I am doing this out of respect for Hope. You people have to wonder what drugs I am on some times as I talk in such cryptic coding. Hell-I know what I am talking about. Speaking of cryptic coding if anyone figures out the reference to Whetstone-who he really is, and why I used Whetstone….drinks are on me!

That blonde, you know the one. The one that is not me. You know, the hot one. You know the one every guy fell head over heels for, maybe-just maybe I will get to see her too. I don’t dislike her. She is not particularly fond of me-long story. Partially my fault and I sure as hell can own that. Maybe if I see her I can try and make amends.

Why does Dawn have to be so damn popular? She is so social. She still talks to like everyone. People randomly show up at her door…and she is cool with that. My circle is much smaller, and I hate it being invaded.

I was talking to Dean and he said he felt a little apprehensive when we had to go to a similar function with his friends from school and to remember we are all adults now. That is in part true, many of us are adults now but not always the case. Sometimes the “means girls” grow up and are still the “mean girls”.

So can I do it….I think I can. I think I can. I think I can!

If not…I can always kick Whetstone’s ass-yet again. (Really I would not do that out of respect for my friend and her boys special day). I am just being silly.

I will let you know how it goes.

Just remember if you don’t push outside of your comfort zone-you will miss out on a lot of things. You will miss out on life.

I think I can!

Wish me luck!

Love and Light-

Agoraphobia Gurl