Yes, but really, one was an exercise in psychological projection and the other was more or less a manifestation of my pathological fear of disappointment.
As a matter of clarification, I have a pathological fear of disappointing others, not myself. I've pretty much come to accept that self-appreciation is short-lived; I eventually find flaws in anything I do, it's just a matter of when. Thus, I'm not too skittish about that. I'm afraid to directly disappoint others (i.e. in a way for which I personally will be recognized), mainly because I'm unable to predict others' actions. I've decided on two possible root causes for this, the first being the nature of my upbringing, and the second being Asperger's Syndrome, for which I've been diagnosed for... I dunno, a few years, I suppose. Six and a half, I think.
Interestingly, this doesn't apply in some situations. If I've burned a bridge to the point that I know what will and will not happen in the afterwards, I pretty much don't care.
Well, that explanation was a lot longer than it needed to be.
Basically, yes. After, and to a pretty good extent because of, Willow.
Sounds like I'm missing out, what with not knowing this fabled "Mike's military sister" and such. Tell her I said hello, or something that serves a similarly superfluous cause.
