That’s the gist of social anxiety to me: I love talking, if you get me going I’ll never stop, but even then, there’s a part of me that’s praying you’ll forget I’m there and do all the talking for me.
It turns out, if you’re bad at something at home, you’re still bad at it when you travel.
You don’t. There is no beating jet-lag. You can bargain with it, like the lesser God it is, but there is no beating jet-lag. No matter how far you run, how many energy drinks you drink, or how much sleep you get on the airplane jet-lag will find you; and when it does, the best thing you can do, is give in.
My greatest fear isn’t heights or the ocean, it’s a dermatologist appointment.
That is the ultimate question.