I fucking hate anxiety. Seriously put me in the middle of a truly dangerous situation, and I will call if a fun time. Knife fight? Love me some knives. Drunken frat boys on the streets while my 5’ 0” is in stilettos? Not even a threat. Car crash? Instinctively relax muscles.
New job where I don’t know anyone and still need to learn what will undoubtedly be simple protocol? Panic attack bitch!