When I was a kid, I always looked forward to the new school year even as I dreaded the end of summer.
If I have big plans, like a vacation or something fun, I always find a part of me dreads the day. I don’t know if it’s just dreading the change or the hassle, or if I regret losing the anticipation, or what.
So I often find myself dragging my feet as big days approach, even when I want what’s scheduled.
Am I freakish and alone in this? Just freakish? Just alone?
Nope, I’m the same way. Even if it’s hanging out with friends or something where I know I’ll have a good time, I dread it. I was recently diagnosed with an anxiety disorder which might explain some of it.
I’m the same way, and it’s happened with everything from simply walking to the library to a big date. Even when I go to my best friend’s house, whom I’m deeply in love with, I get that same feeling. Which is incredibly silly, as we’ve never hurt each other in the 14 years we’ve known each other, and there’s no where else I’d like to be.
No. I do the same thing any time a big vacation or event is coming up. I never actually cancel, but I always consider it as the day approaches.