What if he doesn’t like you?
Anxiety, he flew 1900 miles to spend the weekend with me. He’s one of my best friends.
Yeah, but what if he’s just using you? He’s just using you. You know that, right? Nobody ever really likes you.
You are really annoying sometimes, brain. HE FLEW TO SEE ME!
Probably because he wants something from you.
Like, quality time together?
No, like, to squash your soul and step on your self-esteem.
Why would he fly 1900 miles to do that?
I DON’T KNOW BUT THAT’S WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN, OKAY?! HE DOESN’T LIKE YOU. NOBODY LIKES YOU. YOU ARE THE MOST ANNOYING, SELF-RIGHTEOUS, UGLY, RUDE, SELF-IMPORTANT PIECE OF SHIT IN THE WORLD.
That’s a little harsh, don’t you think?
Whatever. You know what I mean. He doesn’t like you. He’s just taking his vacation days.
Fuck you in the nose, anxiety.
Highest Form of Whit 
Dayum, girl, your brain IS harsh! It must need chocolate. Enjoy Mr. I’m-Just-Flying-1900-Miles-To-See-Whitney-Gee-She-Must-Be-Amazing! Medicate with chocolate and endorphins, woman. Breathe and have some fun! Dr’s orders. Don’t forget, as you said, he’s one of your best friends.
I love you mama bear!!!
You’re so lucky to only have two voices arguing in your head (unless this was just a particularly intimate mental session). When my brain gets going it’s like an entire board room of people yelling at each other.
Sometimes I have one yelling in Spanish. I tune him out.
You need to have a serious discussion with your brain. He really should stop sticking his stem into your business all the time.
Hahaha YES he needs to mind his own business.
I like that we’ve established that my brain is a boy.
Anxiety stinks. But here’s the thing…we like you, so he must, too. That’s all.
You’re the best. I like you.
That really made me smile. I have to admit I sometimes find myself asking the same questions and returning with the similar answers, although not to that extreme. Good luck. Live and enjoy.
Thank you, friend!
We all ask those questions sometimes, though I tend to go straight to the wildest possible outcome.
How was it? You know, it’s not a bad idea, imagining and preparing for the worst. . . It helps you notice that your thoughts and fears are irrational (lesser anxieties are more frequently obeyed), it sets the stage to either be pleasantly surprised or appropriately shielded, and it makes for good blog material! Wait. I think I just advocated for anxiety!
Good job! That was a strong defense!