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Klutch.xls: When the going gets tough, the "Girl From Ipanema" gets going
You see . . . I have some social anxieties in life. They freak me out and most of the time I feel like I am going to die. You know, the ol "fear of your own mortality" bit.
Also, I don't like shopping. I don't like crowds. They give me anxiety.
Anyhow, point one is that: short of meds or self-medicating the best way to ditch this anxiety for me is to block out absolutely everything around me and play "the Girl from Ipanema" on repeat, in my head. Try it. It works.
Point two is that: do you ever look at someone, say a co-worker or something, and realize there ain't much going on behind those eyes. The deer in a headlight look.
I wonder if "the Girl from Ipanema" is playing in their head.
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