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If you know me in real life, you’ve probably picked up on the fact that I get a little bit anxious about a lot of little things. I can’t even say for sure why — it’s not like anything particularly traumatic has happened to me — but a lot of things make me want to hide under a rock.

Doesn’t he look sad? My anxious face looks nothing like that.

Here is a quick, off-the-top-of-my-head list of all the things that make me anxious:

  • Checking my email.
  • Answering the phone for numbers I don’t know.
  • Listening to voicemails.
  • Ringing doorbells.
  • Talking over intercoms.
  • Riding my bike.
  • Riding the bus (note: not the subway).
  • Riding jet skis.
  • Going to the doctor.
  • Antibiotics.
  • Pain medication.
  • Insurance offices.
  • Protestant churches.*
  • Wearing high heels on hardwood floors.
  • Leaving my door unlocked.
  • Grocery shopping.
  • Sharing a room with people who aren’t my husband.
  • Sheriffs (note: not Chicago Police Officers).
  • And so much more!

Like I said, I don’t have a “good reason” to be this anxious about anything. At the same time, knowing that these things make me anxious is not reason to stop doing them — you may have noticed that most of these anxiety-ridden activities fall under the header titled “My Job Description.” Still, knowing that these things ramp up my anxiety allows me to schedule my day in such a way that I’m never overwhelmed for too long.

Do you have stupid things that make you anxious? How do you deal with them?

*For the record, the Protestant Church-anxiety has nothing to do religious differences. Back when I sold paper, I spent a lot of time in church offices and discovered that not all of the office staff were very friendly. In fact, the only person to ever “get physical” with me worked in a Baptist Church office. I’ve actually had nightmares about having to sell paper to a Protestant Church and I haven’t had to do that in more than two years.

So that’s that.