I abhor anticipation. It makes me very, very nervous and I get this sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach that works its way up to my heart and my mind if I worry about the future for long enough. It's very strange. Like, if I think too much about what I'm doing over the summer, and really start to try and plan things out, I get nauseous. I really hate making plans too, because right before the aforementioned plan is about to occur, my brain wants to bail and not partake in the event. I wish life could be led out of spontaneity completely. Things would be much more enjoyable, fun, carefree, and meaningful then, I shall presume.