Confident?

Most people have this assumption about me, probably because I am so loud and confident most of the time, that I am all the time.

This is not the case. There are times when my confidence fails me. Some times these times are at the silliest of times, others when I really need to be confident and assert myself.

It happened to me this morning, when I least suspected it. It was like a tonne of bricks and made me realise that I was a little anxious and made me wonder if I could have anxiety issues.

You see, my new apartment, which is growing on me; has only a washing machine. One which I have to pay for and also use my electricity for and only one clothesline between fourteen apartments. I don't know about you but I am not great at remember to bring washing in, let alone feel comfortable leaving my knickers visible for the world to see.

Buy a clothes rack, I hear you say. I am onto that promise.

But I figured that it would be more economical to go to a laundromat; no?

That's when the problem hit.

I became anxious about going to the laundromat. Who on Earth does that? Me obviously. It is now almost five in the afternoon and I am still stressing about it.

I don't want to go there by myself; not for the first time.

I worked out why.

I don't like the idea of looking like an idiot.
I don't like the idea of not knowing what to do when I walk in.
I don't like the idea of not having enough change.

Silly, huh?

Appearances aren't everything.