I believe there is a way to life where people love the thrill and exhilaration of becoming nervous or anxious. Some people will thrive on those feelings and become stronger, loving the feeling of it to their advantage. And some people, well like me, hate those feelings and want nothing to do with them. So when they do come up, I sputter and choke on my words or physical movement to the point where I either freeze or tears will come to my eyes, just wanting to push the feeling out. I hate being nervous and people like doctors decide to give that a name.
Anxiety.
