I don't know why I worry about the stupidest things. At work today we had a potluck. I was asked to make some taco chicken, I was even given a simple recipe. It was literally nothing more than boiling some chicken, shredding it with a fork and coating it in seasoning. You would not believe how much energy I spent afraid of making a mistake, it turning out bad, and everyone hating it. I almost cried over the dang thing. I mean I couldn't even rationally put it into perspective. I mean I jokingly said to myself "First world problems". There are far more pressing things to worry about, and some people worry about where their next meal will come from and here I am acting like this. It didn't make much difference.

In the end, it turned out alright. Everyone liked it. I think they felt bad for me because I was visibly worried about it, but I do think they liked it.


Work may pose more of a challenge than I expected, in terms of making friendships. A conversation started today that ended with "Mental illness is an excuse to live off the government and not feel bad for not working". I didn't contribute to the conversation but I forget there are some very strong opinions out there different from my own, since I spend most my time alone. I just don't know how that's going to go.

Anyway, that's about it. Nothing else I wanna talk about.

Marcus