Am I one of them?

I suffer from severe Confrontation Fantasy Disorder. The syndrome isn’t real, but the discomfort it causes very much is.

I spend significant time and energy imagining conversations going terribly wrong. Before asking my boss for time off, I prepare dramatic arguments in anxious anticipation of his imagined tirade. When the real event arrives, instead of screaming threats of termination, he would more likely smile. “Make sure to fill out the proper form, but no problem,” and I would walk out of his office not having been compelled to throw over his desk after all.