anxiety says...you're a racist
He was cooking dinner for his family.
Anxiety: Remember when you kept asking about Nicki Minaj or Rihanna?
He: Yes, I know. "Good intentioned" but still racist.
Anxiety: Yeah. Try better. She probably hates you now.
He: Yeah, probably.
Anxiety: You're full of microaggressions.
He: I clock them, and accept them, and examine them.
Anxiety: Try better.
He: I know, I'm trash.
Anxiety: Ugh, it's not about you.