Being a rational person with an anxiety disorder is really weird, you guys.
People who cook fish in the hostel should be shot. I cannot escape. My nostrils… they burnnnn.
So this weekend I had this conversation with my mom and my sister. I don’t even remember why we were talking about dresses - maybe because my mom was going to a wedding - it doesn’t really matter. But I said that I would probably never wear a dress again. And my mom said that was sad, and I asked her why. “Because dresses are nice,” she replied. And I said, “Well, I don’t like wearing them, and they really don’t suit me.” And then my sister joined in and said, “What if I said that you had to wear a dress to come to my wedding?” Which I thought was dumb because she had previously said that I could wear whatever I wanted to her wedding, even though she doesn’t ever plan on getting married. Anyway, I said, “You would seriously force me to wear a dress or you wouldn’t allow me to come to your wedding? How does what I’m wearing affect you at all?” and she asked why it was such a big deal. I told her that I don’t feel comfortable wearing dresses and that it would ruin the day for me because that would be all that I would be thinking about. And all my sister had to say was, “Well, that’s dumb.” and I could hear them talking about how I was being immature as I was walking away.
Yeah. Great. Thanks, guys.