There it is... that feeling in your gut that screams "flee!", even though you rarely listen to it. You have to do something that you don't necessarily fear, but would almost rather undergo water torture than have to do it.
For me, when I was a youngster, it was that first day back at school each year. Looking back, I'm not sure what the dread was caused by. I wasn't a clod or anything, although I could have gotten better grades if I had made the effort. The fear disappeared as my teen years hit and I began to see girls for the glorious creatures they are instead of cootie-carrying harpies to be avoided at all costs. Coincidence? I think not!
As an adult, the return to school was replaced by the job interview. Fortunately, I haven't had to go on one in quite a few years!
Does a trip to the dentist do it to you? Public speaking? Taking the bus? Tell us about it... maybe you'll feel better!
For me, when I was a youngster, it was that first day back at school each year. Looking back, I'm not sure what the dread was caused by. I wasn't a clod or anything, although I could have gotten better grades if I had made the effort. The fear disappeared as my teen years hit and I began to see girls for the glorious creatures they are instead of cootie-carrying harpies to be avoided at all costs. Coincidence? I think not!
As an adult, the return to school was replaced by the job interview. Fortunately, I haven't had to go on one in quite a few years!
Does a trip to the dentist do it to you? Public speaking? Taking the bus? Tell us about it... maybe you'll feel better!