The Book that Messed Me Up

I went to Barnes & Noble a few weeks ago. Big-D had to grab a book he had on hold. I was perusing the "Bargain Priced" Section and this book caught my eye...

The Anxiety & Phobia Workbook.

Hmmm, I thought. Interesting. Wonder what sort of stuff is in there? I mean is it like a workbook with problems you have to work through -- like possible scenarios? Or is it more like learning coping mechanisms? I mean, if it is like a workbook that teaches like relaxation or meditation techniques, I'm sure I've already heard it all before; from my counselor(s). Of course, there could be some new stuff in there too, I suppose. I guess I could just pick it up and open it up and look. But if I do that I will then probably see some of the stuff my counselor already taught me, and then I would realize that I was being foolish over having anxiety that the book might have some sort of new secrets that would be revealed unto me. Wait... I think I might be having anxiety over this book right.now. as.we.speak. I mean, I think I am having anxiety over the fact that I might have anxiety over this book. That is so weird, to have anxiety about the awareness of having anxiety... **head spinning. heart palpitating. palms sweating.** I need to sit down. **looks around for closest chair. Sees man in chair looking at me, wondering what the Fudge I am doing???**

I start to laugh, realizing how foolish I probably looked, scrutinizing this book from four feet above and no doubt, my breathing took on a little deeper sighs. I laugh some more, shake it off, and leave to find Big-D. He asks what is funny. I ask to use his camera phone... since my (Blackberry) was dead. I regale him with the story as we walk back over to snap the pic. By now, the guy in the chair is extremely perplexed. As Big-D and I leave and walk over to the other side, I see this guy get up from his chair, and go stand where we were standing. No doubt, he is perusing book titles to see what was so funny. And no doubt, he didn't get it.