September 25th, 2005

Gargamel

Services with Warren and (Not) My Mother-in-Law

When did I become this person riddled with irational fears? Travel anxiety, okay, it's one thing. You live with it. It doesn't control you. It's isolated. Manageable by predictability but this irrational fear of suspected crowds has got to go. As I was dressing for synagogue, I could feel myself sweating. The whole way there, my heart felt tight. Irational. Of course, as with travel anxiety, once I was there, and into it, I was fine, or maybe that's because my not-mom-in-law was there so I was comfortable with someone familiar?
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