Don’t like when I tell everyone how freakishly embarrassing you are do you panic attack? Ok, here’s another.
My anxiety thinks having my phone in my pocket will prevent me from being arrested by the FBI for medical marajuana. Yup. Think that one through. Not using the phone, not showing a picture of my license to the nice officers, no, no, having it in my pocket somehow give me a magic safety bubble. This fear is so strong I have to have my phone on me ALL THE TIME. Derp.