Yesterday I talked with a doctor about trying some new medicines. It is so very vulnerable to have to admit to myself just how bad my anxiety is--and scary to think about trying something new (and talk about it all with someone I'm meeting for the first time.)
The boys did a woodworking project at their spring camp and a veteran talked to their group about his experiences. Q said during the Q and A one of the students asked what his favorite war is. Oh my.
In the evening, Q and I went to a talk about conspiracy theories. He was so intrigued--plus they gave him pizza and gatorade. He really loved the whole thing.
Yesterday I noticed in myself a problem with impulse control that is worrying: I told the receptionist at the doctor's office that the name of the place is a problem. The name is totally a problem, but why was I giving unasked for criticism to a receptionist? Poor lady. After I decided that I should be hired by them as a consultant, I started to offer more unasked for criticism and then caught myself and apologized. Horrifying. Have I become an 80-year-old woman with no filter?
At the talk, which was, thankfully informal--Q and I were sitting on a couch in a lounge--I--I kid you not--answered one of the questions that a student asked the speaker during the Q and A. I decided that I should be the person who answered the questions at not my talk! I hope you get a very good laugh out of this, because what are we except entertainment for our neighbors. I'm so concerned about this development in my personality.
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