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About five minutes after leaving therapy this afternoon, I realized why I was so scared when, earlier during the day when I got an email from OK Cupid with pictures of "new matches." I hadn't thought about it in so many words, but I don't want to pick someone. I want to put myself out there and have someone pick *me.*

This is, upon further analysis on my ride home, and unsurprising extension of my general crippling anxiety about expressing what I want about much of anything.