Scared of crowded places...

The more things change, the more they stay the same. I'm not sure who the first person was who said that, but as far as my writing and life goes, it's the sentence that best explains my most tragic flaw. Staying exactly the same for as long as possible, standing perfectly still - it feels safer somehow, more manageable. And if you are suffering, at least the pain is familiar. So you choose the road already travelled and it doesn't seem that bad. Then, despite all odds, comes the day, when we finally do change. And it's not like an earthquake or an explosion, where all of a sudden we're this different person. I think it's smaller than that. The kind of thing most people wouldn't even notice unless they looked at us really close. Which, thank the universe, they never do. But you notice it. Inside you that change feels like a world of difference. And you hope this is it. This is the person you get to be forever, that you'll never have to change again.