Fear is the mind killer

I'm a fearful person.

I'm a top performer at work, but I'm afraid they're going to figure out that I'm a fraud and fire me.

When the phone rings at 8am on a Saturday morning I am scared to answer it because surely it can't be good news.

I don't believe, completely, that I will be able to work through my current injury and be able to run Boston in April.
I'm afraid of offending people.  Often, after I am out with a friend, I replay the evening in my head and find something that I said that could have been misconstrued and I fret incessantly over it.

Case in point!  R: I have your Extra Foods bag that you bought in Squamish and I keep meaning to return it to you.  And also I feel bad because I ate the chips you bought but lo, I shall replace them and put them in aforementioned bag before returning it to you.

Insofar as offending people is concerned, as R pointed out tonight, I am far more harsh on myself than anyone would ever be on me.  My mother and Michael have echoed this sentiment.
I'm fearful of displeasing people because then I think they won't like me.  This surely stems back to my fat, nerdy high school days.

I'm thirty five years old.  High school is long gone.  I'm not fat, nor am I a nerd.  So why do I allow people to treat me the way that I would never deign treat someone else? 

Don't worry: it was a rhetorical question. 
I still love you and think you smell nice.