I was on Buspar some years ago. I didn't notice any particular effects. No negative side effects, but not particularly helpful, either.

Random note on bras! I hate to shop so I used a coupon for extra savings and bought a couple on sale bras from JC Penny and this is the most comfy bra I have owned! I don't do wires, and I wouldn't do bras if I wasn't fat and this is just plain comfy. Woo! And I just guessed a size! [link]

buspar did nothing positive or negative for my anxiety

Huh. Well, the doctor did say it was a lightweight. Guess I needn't worry about side effects...

My goal for this year has been to do stuff outside my comfort zone, because I recognize how much I love my rut. To that end, I'm going to do that pinup photo shoot I mentioned a while ago, and I bought a Groupon to a shooting range (despite my cordial dislike of guns), and a couple other things I've pushed through in social situations. (This all probably sounds like no big deal, but it's all still outside my comfort zone.)

But holy Jesus, WHY did I agree to call strangers for the ADD group and ask them to speak at a meeting? WHY WHY WHY. I loathe talking to strangers on the phone (which I realize isn't uncommon; I'm just whining about my own special snowflakeness). And I actually don't mind calling strangers for what I think of as "strategic" purposes: order pizza, make a doctor appointment, find out how late the library is open, etc. So I keep trying to think of the ADD group phone calls as "strategic," because they *are*.

But the crucial difference is that if I call to order pizza, the guy isn't going to turn me down. If I call to get a doctor appointment, it might take some wrangling, but they're still not going to turn me down. But asking a stranger if they'll come speak at a meeting? They could turn me down. And it's not the rejection I fear; it's the fact that being turned down means I still need a speaker and therefore have to call YET ANOTHER STRANGER.

(Why did I say yes? Because normally our board president schedules all the speakers, but her life is legit falling apart right now, so the rest of the board agreed to split up the topics and call people. Although a couple of board members ::cough::myhusband::cough:: didn't take any people to call, which irks me.)

And -- full disclosure -- it's not like I have 12 slots to fill. I only had 2, one of which was re-scheduling a speaker from last year when we had the white death in January and cancelled the meeting. So that one is already taken care of. So really, I am whining over ONE speaker. But it's a stranger! And therefore scary and might drain my life force over the phone because that's how phones work!

...right?

I realized a few days ago that I didn't always have the phone phobia. I don't know when it started. Alas, things like ordering a pizza and making appointments are way the heck on top of my hated phone call list. The only reason I don't mind talking to my mom on the phone is that I know she hates it too.

Or more simply, I understand.

ALSO!! Going for the photo shoot and the gun shoot is absolutely awesome. That there is a whole lot of movement into the discomfort zone. Seriously, I am impressed.

Very impressive moving out of the comfort zone, Steph!

I hate talking on the phone unless I'm calling to get someone to do something for me, like make me an appointment or bring me a pizza. The only people I want to phone-chat with are people I know real well, because I can see their faces and I know their voices.

Well, the shooting range is -- I hope this makes sense -- I am so anti-gun, I wanted to see what it's like to shoot a handgun. (I've shot my Dad's BB gun when I was a pre-teen, and a few years ago I shot -- or attempted to -- clay pigeons with my brother. But those are really different from a handgun.) I don't anticipate it making me all "Yay, guns for everyone!" (or even "Yay guns"), but I want to try it. Mostly.

And the pinup thing -- well, I'm somewhat vain, and I love the retro pinup look but am far too lazy to actually develop it as a personal style. And, related to that last point, Tim never complains about my daily uniform of works-from-home hobo chic, but he really likes the dressed-up look. (Hell, he was thrilled when I put on a sundress to go get BBQ the other night.) So I wanted to do something nice for him. He can stick a picture in his wallet and refer to it when I've been wearing the same yoga pants for a week.

Are you going to surprise him? I am sure he will LOVE the picture. (As I imagine we will too)