Yes, Today
By Katey Hawthorne
On the one hand, I love that the comic shop owner knows who I am and what I want. On the other hand, sometimes I sit outside in my car taking deep breaths for like five minutes before I go in there, because I know he’s gonna talk to me and ask me if I want to do a pull list. I don’t, because what if I can’t leave my house for a few months because of anxiety? And what if I get too embarrassed to go back and explain myself and then he keeps pulling Elf Planet—which I’m pretty sure he only orders because I read it—and it builds up and finally he goes bankrupt because I lost my s**t?
Not likely, I know. But this is what it’s like in my brain. Anxiety is a weirdly self-obsessed disorder, and I would like to return it for a refund, thanks.
That Sunday, comic sho
