The freak-out over tomorrow’s meeting with the student counseling service, where I’ll be sitting opposite a lady who I’m sure is very nice, and explaining to her that I’m afraid of other people and life in general, have absolutely no motivation to do pretty much anything to do with my thesis, even though I’m quite excited about my topic and actually want to write it, and am quite certain that I’m going to fail in all aspects of life and become a blundering hobo who makes a living picking bottles out of trash cans and handing them in at the nearest store for the deposit back.
Easy-peasy lemon-squeezy, right?
