One of My Biggest Fears

Awww... it's okay! Many people are that way. You just have to hope for the best! Or you could do what I do with most things: Predict that it'll end badly, so that if it does then there's still something good in it! You made a correct prediction! If it ends well, then it's good because, well, it ended well! On the other hand, you now know you suck at predictions! It helps me a lot of the time.

Ex:
I predict that you'll think I'm really effing creepy when you read my comment on your page. If you do, and you want me to stop my commenting or something like that, I'll be sad because I wanted to make someone smile (as in, not freak them out...) but at the same time, in the back of my mind, my little inside "voice" will be saying: "Hey, it's okay girl. At least your prediction was correct! Smile! SMILE YOU DUMB****!!! Why do I even bother..." And then it'll do this exasperated sigh thing and I'll probably either giggle or still be down for a bit and be really freaking careful about handing out my last three stranger-compliments.

Holy crap, that example sucked. Uh... lemme try a different one.

Ex2:
There was this one guy that I really liked. My friend forced me into confessing, and I predicted to myself that he'd say no and he'd dislike me from then on. Well... he friend-zoned me... but you know what? I kind-of started laughing because I couldn't decide whether my prediction was correct or not. He didn't hate me, but he said no, so was I wrong or right? I still don't know.

Um... so maybe my examples aren't very convincing... at all... *smacks self a little bit* But it works! I advised this advice to this one guy when he told me that he was scared to confess to the girl he liked. He actually ended up confessing to me a moment later, which was the sweetest thing anyone has EVER done to me. Well I actually said yes, and he told me he sucked at predictions and we ended up laughing hysterically. Sadly he's my ex-boyfriend now... I realized I only see him as my best guy-friend ever, and that's why I'm so comfortable around him... I absolutely hated myself, and even gave him permission to punch me if he wanted to, but he just smiled and told me that he was getting better at predicting things and that he'd always be there if I needed any advice. That guy... seriously is the sweetest guy I know. He deserves the best for all he's done for me.

So... yeah... uh... I gave you what I consider good advice... if it doesn't work, please tell me! I really shouldn't give bad advice... I also need to stop rambling to strangers. Yeah. I wish you luck!