I am afraid of having food delievered to my house in fear that the delievery driver could be a murderer, so I guess I could call in an order and say "yes, extra pepperoni, and could you send a scary man, preferably very scruffy, with tons of tattoos, and if it's not too much trouble can you ask him to bring a bloody axe to my door with my pizza?"

Or I am constantly afraid of having a heart attack in a public place, not because I could die from the heart attack, but because that would be so embarassing (so irrational)! So should I go into Wal-Mart on a Saturday afternoon, when it's bound to be packed full of people, and then pretend to have a heart attack in front of everyone? And then when I've officially drawn a big enough crowd, stand up and take a bow, because I am also afraid of performing.

Or have NASA come and install one of those space simulators in my house, that way just in case something happens and gravity is no longer an issue on Earth I will be prepared, and will not be sucked out into space.
Or next time I go to a restaurant, hold my breath until I pass out right in the middle of dinner, so I know just how long I have to seek help if I ever start choking.
Or I could create perfumes with such aromas as gasoline, permanent marker, or bleech, and wear them constantly so I am no longer afraid that strong smells will suffocate me. :p
Or I could go to a farm and bite a chicken or turkey to get over my fear of being poisoned by eating raw poultry. It doesn't get any more raw than biting one that's still alive.

Or I could invite all of my friends, and enemies over for a bash Heather session. If they're saying it to my face at least I don't have to worry about them saying it behind my back.

Or I could enlist one of my friends to kick through my front door in the middle of the night, and start pretending to steal things. Well maybe this one isn't such a great idea...I do own a gun, and I can't be sure that when awaken startled like that I won't shoot before I ask questions.

I suppose I spend this year's vacation at an insane assylum. I could even have them put me in one of those oh-so flattering straight jackets, and then throw myself repeatedly at the rubber walls for entertainment. It won't seem so scary to be deemed insane once I get that Thorazine drip. I may even decide make it a yearly visit.

Just some thoughts. I think humor is your best friend when dealing with anxiety and depression. And I don't think it gets any funnier than poking fun at yourself!