I think I have seen you use every excuse in the book to confront your fears. I'm fine with being "weird". If some fucking cold showers, or anything else deemed "weird" is gonna help me from being a victim, and get out of my mind, so be it. My wife does the same shit I does now, she's okay with my weirdness, and I'm okay with hers. Fuck what they think, hell, fuck what I think. What the fuck is the point of conforming, if you are outright miserable?