Bidding Melanie goodbye, I drove home from Taco Bell. Talking with my best friend about my day (and about Josh) was a big help. I always told Melanie she could be a therapist, but she brushed me off, saying she was happy to help me out when I needed it, but she didn't want to make a living out of it.

On the way home I listened to Demon Days, my favorite Gorillaz album. It made me feel even better, and by the time I got home I was back to normal, or as normal as I usually am.

Once I'd arrived back in my apartment, I put my church clothes in the laundry basket, and looked over the clothes in my dresser, trying to decide what to wear to Frank and Gerard's place. I knew Frank and Josh were both a bit punk, so I thought about dressing like they did. But personally, I preferred comfy sweaters and jeans. I didn't know what to do.

In the end, I decided to just be myself. I chose a pair of dark skinny jeans, sneakers, and my anxiety sweater.

My anxiety sweater was a pale blue, gently worn sweater my Grandma got for me one year for Christmas. I had found the shape, form, and color so comforting that I'd started wearing it when I felt anxious, of when I knew I was going into a situation where I might be anxious. The sweater would make me feel more comfortable, and even a bit confident sometimes. 

Today, I wore it in part because it was the epitome of myself, and in part becaust it would be helpful if the situation I was getting myself into became too much.

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