out of sight, out of mind

Why do we let our insecurities and irrational mental baggage get in the way of enjoying the moment? While I know that two people can never have the same level of interest in one another at the same time, I still do the freak out when I feel like I'm the one with the scales of interest in the other hanging heavily in my corner. And this stupid battle between my rational, thinking self and my irrational, feeling self is flaming the fires of my anxiety. Not that any of this is unique or new. I've been around this dancefloor before; but it has been quite a while and I am definitely feeling like I've got two left feet and no sense of rhythm. What particularly sucks though is when I realize that I am doing things to act out that nobody could pick up on because they are old habits from the past that managed to stow themselves away like a hobo riding the rails of my old hangups. Ahhh well, I just have to keep reminding myself that this is the price for the moments I'm enjoying.