Lately, at night, I’ve found myself succumbing to crippling anxiety which often ends up becoming a full blown panic attack. It normally starts off as I decide to get some shut eye. For whatever reason, the racing thoughts through my head seem uncontrollable and often ‘loud’ as I’m about to doze off.
Does anyone else feel this way? If you deal with anything anxiety related, would you chuck a pal some tips on how to deal with it?
I’d really appreciate any help right now. Going to bed at 2 AM on a daily basis is starting to mess me up.
Last night, I had the pleasure of having one of ‘those dreams’. You know, the ones that make you question what kind of shit your brain does within the realm of the subconscious. To quit dawdling about and cut straight to the chase, I dreamt that a cute little black and white kitten was being rejected by it’s mother when trying to feed. Zoom out and apparently, this shit is going down within some kind of suburban war zone. You’ve got soldiers all firing at each other, wearing camouflage and all that. And this one dude running around jamming his knife into people before they can even notice the bastard. Untouchable Knife Man proceeds to pretty much indiscriminately stick his knife into any warrior he comes across.
It’s that time of year Down Under. The warmer days suddenly depart without even leaving a letter of warning and before you can say “Wish I packed my turtleneck ….”, you’re struck by the sheer coldness of a ‘wet season’ morning. It’s enough to make one gingerly grasp onto each arm in a futile attempt to maintain a consistent body temperature and say “Yowza, this weather’s gone bowser.”
Bowsers aside, this particular shade of weather also brings with it the cloud of metaphorical pestilence that is the quite physical and very much bacterial common cold. Your nose starts dripping like a leaky faucet, your sinuses feel like they’ve been inflated with a substance that can only be described as ‘hurting’ and your ears cave in on themselves like an unstable Dig Dug arena.
So you can imagine how much of a Hurculean effort it was to drag myself to class on one of the coldest days to ever beat my body into a merciless temperature based submission. My flu ridden hide staggered all over the place in an attempt to actually make it from the bus, across a street and to my class without either falling flat on my puffy red face or being picked up by the police on the count of looking like a druggo. It got even worse when it came time to try and interact with my fellow classmates. Most of them simply told me to just go home. And Jesus tap dancing Christ, I wished those poor suckers luck on trying to understand even 50% of the shit that came out of my mouth. My voice was so nasally and quiet that it felt like someone had jammed a shotgun suppressor into my mouth.
Yes, I know that wasn’t a good analogy. I regret nothing.
If you’re suffering from a cold, or anything else that is affecting your ability to make it to your painstakingly arbitrary lecture, I wish you luck. And maybe a lossange or two. You’re going to need those.
I’m afraid I am going to have to be lighting quick with how swiftly I get this post out before my ride arrives so I’ll make like a Bugatti Veyron and do 0 to 60 in 3 seconds.
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The day feels like it’s dragging out a little longer each time I think it’s going to end. It just seems to be sluggishly inching at a snail’s pace, making class all the more unbearable. Mix that with the fact that I am seemingly caught in the middle of a pretentious opinion related crossfire, and you’ve got one sleep deprived young man who is less than enthusiastic to be here.
Even after the class had ended, I found myself forced to slum about in the campus library. Ironically, it was noisy as anything as all of the loud mouthed, pop culture wearing I.T kids were about and boasting to the others about their gaming set ups or Razor mechanical keyboards. Include the gleeful skater kids and the trade students bludging about solely because of the air conditioning and I’d say that’s a triple threat.
Of course, in reality, I probably wouldn’t mind in the slightest. It’s only when I’ve had less than my usual 6 hours of sleep that I seem to find a fault in anything and everything. An irritable wretch who sits there, stubble and all, while his classmates make jokes about his baggy eyes or his droopy headedness at his expense.
I am really going to have to sort out my sleeping pattern.
Normally a curry or any meal with a hefty amount of chilli in it is nothing that my digestive system can’t handle. However, the Thai noodle shop across the road seems to think that ‘mild’ spice translates to ‘Yeah, I’d like my eyes to burn while I deal with horrifyingly bad diahhorea’ spice.
So as Dandy awkwardly clutches into his stomach like that one loser Johnny from MGS4, his mind repeadtley plays the thoughts of regret that came with ordering a meal of such potent spiciness. Was he punished for going to a noodle bar that employs staff that seem to think that ‘mild’ mean more chilli than ‘shit loads’? Will he have to be awkwardly ducking out every now and then out of class to make emergency restroom stops? Or hopefully, is this a one night thing?
I had an image about the subject in question but it’s way to gross to show. Huh? No, I didn’t get lazy and decide not to post an image. What’s wrong with you?