Originally Posted by psili

Here's how to cure your anxiety:

Just think of walking into a coffee shop.
Not Starbucks.
No.
A "real" coffee shop.
One that gets its fresh beans, that same morning before it opened, from Juan Valdez himself. And then they roast the beans.
Can you smell it? The fresh roasting beans.
Yea.... good stuff.
You're the first customer. The barista gives you the best fucking half, full flipped and thrown up and down with a slice of whatever something you ever had.
You take a seat in the most comfortable seat you ever sat in.
You're relaxed.
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.
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Then you wake up.
Some ghey band, who's name also has the word "band" in it, plays in the background.
Patchouli fills the air.
You smell pit, look left, and see arm pit hair... from the chick stretching her arms as she yawns next to you.
You're surrounded by open laptops with glowing apple logos.
If only the barista could turn up ghey band so it'd drown out the inane conversations around you about how steve jobs has a huge cock.


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I dunno.
Maybe this thread is better for your anxiety.