I was sitting here stressing about something and decided to throw it out there for the amusement of blog readers--particularly Jane, who laughed at my panic when she insisted I ride B.A.R.T. to visit her in Oakland a few years ago.
I need to take a bus to an interview on Friday, and I'm scrutinizing the routes and my heartbeat is quickening as I worry: What if the times are wrong? What if I get on the wrong bus? What if it doesn't stop when I pull the thingie? How do I get back? What if I don't have the right amount of money, or make some kind of bus-riding faux pas?
I went through the same thing when we took an airplane last month: What if we go to the wrong terminal? What if they question my identification? What if we look like a security risk? What if I have to go No. 2 in one of those tiny bathrooms? The list goes on and on. The threat of terrorists on a flight from Reno to Phoenix doesn't bother me at all, but omygawd what if we don't make our connection and have to sleep in the airport?
Yes, I'm crazy.
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Throwing private anxieties onto the web is the essence of blogging! Just go early, print your time table and map, and bring a book.
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