Change

I have a real problem committing and a big problem letting go.  More so, I have a problem with change-let's hope Obama does, too; but that is not the change that I am referencing here.  Change of all sorts irk me, even if in the end it turns out to be better-the anxiety of the thought of getting there is crippling, at best.  It all starts with the decision to make a change and then it hits...my heart races, the heavy sighs come, next, the wave of nausea rushes over me, followed by the feeling as if I will faint.  I become terrified and I feel helpless, until it hits me-I can order the same f-ing thing everytime I go to Teller's; there is no NEED to switch it up; I know what I like.  Who cares that I only order the same thing every time. So, I take the Crab Cake over a hearts of palm salad, after all I have been ordering it for 7 years; my friend takes the Buffalo Chix Egg Rolls. 

I try the freaking chix-whatever-rolls, after her almost freakish-overly, persistent begging.

I only order Buffalo Chix Egg Rolls at Teller's.