So much of my Annxiety is about that one thing I did and what other people thought of it. After a while they probably got over it. But me? Nope. Ann, the heroine of my story clearly IS in the center of their world and what I did mattered more to them than any of us could ever know. I am obviously that important. When it comes to talking about it, I KNOW that I am not nearly that important. The Annxiety voice in my head though? Hot damn is that narcissism strong. It seems I feel better after reminding myself that I am not nearly important enough for the rest of humanity to really care about whatever that thing was for long.