I realised today that I have a mini panic attack every time I get a coffee from a shop.
All these worries flood through my mind:
– is this gonna burn my tongue off?
– did they put sugar in?
– is it strong enough?!
– did they just call my name? I wasn’t paying attention!
– do I really need that friand?
First world problems, right? Whatever, it stresses me out like a limp lemur leaning on a loose leafed tree.