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Anxiety at Live Events or Watching Reality/Live TV

This will be a post of rambling. It's something I've thought about though, and I think it's weird. I'm weird, I know that, but I wonder if anyone else has issues like this. It's nothing huge. It's just that I get really uncomfortable when I'm at an event where someone is performing live or when I'm watching a reality-type competition show.

Let's preface by saying I don't like reality TV. I watched the first season of Survivor and that was it. I don't find the topics enjoyable or even interesting for the most part. But the problem I'm talking about is different. I actually get very nervous watching reality TV. Like, I get anxious.

I do the same with competition shows. Again, I usually don't even enjoy those, with the exception of my favorite show FaceOff. But I actually get physically anxious watching shows like American Idol, Who Wants to Be a Millionaire, Biggest Loser, etc.

I also have this problem when I'm at a restaurant or something and there is someone performing live... singing, comedy, whatever. Of the three scenarios, this is probably the worst situation in terms of making me anxious.

I don't know if it's that I am nervous that the person or group involved will get hurt, mess up, go crazy and fall asleep (you're welcome, Firefly fans). I just really dislike being in a situation like this for the most part.

Am I alone here? Does anyone else get this way?

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  1. I don't know if you want to hear this - but you are very much your mother's daughter...

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