100 Ways to Not be Successful
Aug. 20th, 2003 12:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sarashina_nikkiI lied. It's really just the one I'm talking about tonight.
Okay, so most people, when stressed, find a way to relieve said stress. By most people I mean, of course, normal happy well-adjusted people.
Not ME! My method of coping with stress has always been to grin and bear it. To an unhealthy degree. So on a semi-regular basis (*atleast* once every three or four months) my body throws up its hands and says "FINE! If you won't do something about I WILL!"
And then I get a migraine. Oh, do I ever.
And the BEST part is the timing. Take today, for example. I have been hoping and stressing and preparing for this appointment for MONTHS. Finally, the day arrives. I bounce out of bed and go get ready. I'm just about ready to go when I realize that half of my field of vision is missing. My reaction?
"*%@^&#$@)$%^&@!!!"
I think I need to send a memorandum to my body or something. You know, "Dear body: when I am stressed out for an appointment, ruining any chance I have for a smidgen of coherency during said appointment DOES NOT REDUCE MY STRESS."
God must be smiling at me though, because I was able to reschedule for this Thursday instead. But I really just wanted to get this over with. It's like the sword of Damocles.
Okay, so most people, when stressed, find a way to relieve said stress. By most people I mean, of course, normal happy well-adjusted people.
Not ME! My method of coping with stress has always been to grin and bear it. To an unhealthy degree. So on a semi-regular basis (*atleast* once every three or four months) my body throws up its hands and says "FINE! If you won't do something about I WILL!"
And then I get a migraine. Oh, do I ever.
And the BEST part is the timing. Take today, for example. I have been hoping and stressing and preparing for this appointment for MONTHS. Finally, the day arrives. I bounce out of bed and go get ready. I'm just about ready to go when I realize that half of my field of vision is missing. My reaction?
"*%@^&#$@)$%^&@!!!"
I think I need to send a memorandum to my body or something. You know, "Dear body: when I am stressed out for an appointment, ruining any chance I have for a smidgen of coherency during said appointment DOES NOT REDUCE MY STRESS."
God must be smiling at me though, because I was able to reschedule for this Thursday instead. But I really just wanted to get this over with. It's like the sword of Damocles.
