Stress

I feel like it's about time for a decent post.  It's been long enough...so I guess I might as well.  This also means writing well before late at night when I'm rushing to finish things and cram them in before I go to bed.  So this is my lovely attempt at writing something.  I have a lot on my mind, a lot of deadlines coming up, decisions to be made, things to catch up on.  But I'll get there.  Right now it's my time to write and think.  So here goes nothing.

I'm afraid of seeing one person at a given point in time.  I hate admitting that.  It's not that I hate admitting it, but what I hate is feeling that way to begin with.  I don't generally consider myself a cowardly person.  I am not afraid enough of many things to let it affect me very significantly.  Truthfully, this isn't one of those things either.  But it bothers me, at least for now. 

I don't want to see this person.  Ever.  In any context.  And seeing said individual on a daily basis, even in a casual situation, really doesn't make me particularly happy.  So this is where I am right now.  And in the situation I am looking forward to, it would frustrate me to no end.  I don't want criticism, spoken or otherwise, from that perspective.  I want nothing to do with this person ever again.

The problem with a place this small is how hard it is to get away from just about anyone.  Even if you aren't in the same place.  It's frustrating.  I hate that all of this still affects me as much as it does.  You'd think I'd have gotten over it by now.  And for the most part, I have.  The things that have shaken up my life lately have, to a point, affected my current thought proces.  Which is partially why I'm so nervous about everything and anything lately.  But it's alright.  I'll be okay.