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It's called never being exposed to actual danger or risk. Going outside in a Western city causes "anxiety"? I've gotten lost in the woods, mugged at gunpoint, electrocuted, fallen off a cliff, and faced a multitude of actual dangers that should cause anxiety because death is a probable outcome of screwing up.
Going outside? What's the worst that's probable? A sunburn? That's a 0/10 on anxiety because my danger sense is actually calibrated to real risks.
Doubtful. I've had one period of time where I struggled to leave the house, and looking back on it there was nothing Logical about it. It was strictly an emotional response to... something. And I grew up in Wyoming hiking and hunting, have been shot at and returned fire, am an avid motorcyclist, have had a multitude of bones repaired due to hazardous activities... both before and since that 7 month stretch. Not like I've never been exposed to life-ending risk.
No clue what changed either, I just got over whatever it was... wife never knew a difference, never asked the kids. Life didn't change either to Cause the incident (meaning I kept working out, kept working, kept doing everything that I'd been doing), it was just a fuckton Harder to motivate to get out of the house when I didn't have something that demanded it of me. And then it just... stopped.
But fuck that fast food shit. Haven't consumed any McDonalds food since sometime in the 1980s, and I won't ever again.
I don't enjoy leaving my property all that much, probably because I'm not much of a people person. Going to the grocery store feels like being at the zoo, but on the wrong side of the enclosure.
Going to the grocery store feels like being at the zoo
Oh good its not just me. The MINUTE I walk into those places I'm dead tired. it sucks the life right out of you.
Let's be honest, if reality was that interesting people would spend their days looking out the window instead of watching tv
Sounds more like depression than anxiety.
Same I don't have a fucking clue how I'm still breathing.
Sunburned due to all the seed oils, lol
Dude what do you get up to?
Turn off the tv and go outside to live life. You'll have adventures.
That dude probably watches men jerk off on chatterbait.
They're not men if they wear maaaaaaake uuuuuuuup!
Growing up I knew a lot of guys who would dress goth at the Friday night club we all went to. Lipstick, mascara, fishnet stockings. Kind of weird I thought but that was the alternative look. Come Monday I'd see them again, they'd look like members from The hip Hop group House of Pain. Go figure
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