Don't go talk to her
She probobaly doesn't like you
What is the point of going out
It is going to be terrible
Well this wednesday, a friend of mine invited me to a Daft Punk tribute concert which sounded awesome. Told her I was going earlier in the week and of course the night of the concert that little voice peaked its head. Telling me that the whole thing was going to be terrible, boring and I would hate it. Sitting on my bed having that same feeling of approach anxiety about going out (I have never been to a EDM type concert, even though I LOVE EDM), I decided to just go. My whole life changing thing, is about being uncomfortable. That is how you become comfortable in seemingly uncomfortable scenarios. I had a fucking blast!
Once home, I started to reflect on my decisions to go out. Why the fuck have I ever listened to that stupid mother fucker in my head. I decided to give him a personality and a name, this way I could seperate the things he was saying from what I wanted to do. His name is Charles now, a 40 year old slob wearing a wife beater and boxers, with beer stains. Now everytime I want to go do something, I just go. If Charles starts to talk, I just think to myself Shut the fuck up Charles'!
-Alex
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