3. I’m not bothered by bad food service
This started off as a joke, but it’s totally true! I live in Brooklyn, New York, home of the best bagels in the world (fight me, I dare you). In my neighborhood alone there are at least twenty great bagel places in a three miles radius. Today I tried out a new one, and when the staff was surly and standoffish it didn’t bother me at all, because as a person with anxiety I
tend to assume that most of the time people don’t like me or want me around. That sounds dark, I know, but it is actually helpful.
I paid for my bagel, I ate it, and that was that. I didn’t dwell on their bad attitudes.
The fact that I went into a new bagel place by myself was a feat in and of itself. There was a time not so long ago where the idea of going into a new store where I didn’t know how things worked, and I wasn’t sure if they took cards instead of cash could send me into a spiral.
Now I manage my anxiety, and that means getting to revel in other parts of myself, like my curious, adventure-loving streak.
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