Why is it so hard to just be myself? I get more nervous about what people think of me than just relying on the fact that I have as much a right to be here as anyone else. I feel like I live my life not in reality, but behind funky glasses smeared with insecurities and a kind of mild paranoia. I’m a good guy, I mean well, I have a great family and as of this writing, we aren’t homeless yet, so what’s my deal? My family, my friends, my clients, my God all love me. I can do this. One way or another, I don’t seem to be dealing with this whole “adulthood” thing very well. What’s my deal?