I met someone today, I knew I would because I was alone all day, I bumped into him at the coffee shop, Almost spilling my coffee, After I caught my balance, my gaze lifted upward, I looked at myself straight and the eye and said, "Excuse me, do I know you?" And I replied, "No, you don't know me at all. But I think if you did, you would hate me." "Yeah-" I said "I think I do already."
"Then I'll make sure we never meet again."
The more I think about myself, the more I am filled with anxiety. Anyone else feel that way?