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How does one describe anxiety? Allow me to paint a rather explicit image for y'all.
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<KNOCK KNOCK>
ME: <opens door> "Hello?"
ANXIETY: <smirks> "Hello, bitch. I'm here to fuck you up today."
ME: "Is this because I have to go to my job today to work overtime?"
ANXIETY: <nods> "Yeah, bitch. That's the idea." <attacks>
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In other words, my anxiety has gotten me today. >:[
It is the volume that is doing it, think how dull and boring life would be if one were placid and laid back about everything. As a young man I used to look for danger and thrills all the time to liven things up a bit, girlfriends left because 'You just don't bother, nothing worries you'. Now I have concern for people, but still not much for things. I suppose a surfiet of concern is not good, but surely it is better than none?
I'm exhausted. Since last Friday, when my wife entered the hospital, I've driven an average 100 miles a day (one day about 250) going back and forth from home to San Angelo (40 miles away) including follow=up visits. Just that is bad enough, but a lot of it at night, which included the car battery failing (with wife and dog in the car). Fortunately the incident was at a service station, and three people volunteered to get it re-started (which was pretty amazing).
The original problem was complicated by diabetes and high blood pressure, and we got a lot of new medicine, which of course she had problems with. Example, Dr prescribed a diabetes monitor we couldn't afford - but thanks to an understanding pharmacist we found one we could. All through this we kept running into high-stress situations which was bad for me and terrible for her.
We survived, at least for now.
Life should get less stressful as you get older. Geez. Not for us.
Thus far my day has consisted of picking up cupcakes for a party and currently having brunch at an Irish pub and watching a rugby match: Scotland vs Ireland.
Update: Scotland won.
Filipino breakfast... Rice, sweet & sour sausages, two eggs. On the tv is that game show that once had that English dude, you know, the one from Hogan's Heros? Charles...? Richard...Richard Dawson. Then after him him it was that real smarmy black guy, you know, Harvey something...I don't know.
Well, this is the Filipino version so they speak Tagalog and some English. The mc looks like from a boy-band and the contestants are all about 15. Maybe this is the kid's channel... Boy, those Filipinos are pale. Where are the Negritos? The Brow-nitos? They all look barely Asian. The girls could all be anime models, and Perky too.
On the walls next to the tv, all over the walls there are about twenty plaques: shoot for the moon, take action, hope, believe, love, live your life, be brave, be legendary, be bold, teach others, take action... Okay, I'm ready to go be famous, be a rockstar, be the president, shoot rock stars, aim at their moons.. Wait, what was it again?
Would that have been at Twickenham?, I went to see my friend just down the road in Whitton yesterday because the match would have made it impossible today. We took cuttings from his budlia, it is a really unusual colour.Quote:
Originally Posted by am_hammy
Took some stuff to the charity shop in Hastings and called on a friend, I'm afraid the rats are back in the aviary.
Took some stuff to the charity shop in Hastings and called on a friend, I'm afraid the rats are back in the aviary.[/QUOTE]
Olly, (note got name right...LOL)
FYI: There is a rat I love, named Ecstasy. When held licks hands, snuggles. He's so good he never, ever poops out of his cage. (can't tell if pees...hmmm).
Was backing down the drive and I noticed a coyote coming between the wires of the barbed wire fence. He'd stopped halfway and was 'marking'. We made eye contact and he started to back away. Then he turned. I made some noises, like I might to call a dog, and his ears adjusted, the open part towards me, but he kept going.
The field there is where the neighbor leaves the rabbit scraps from his falconry.
Later that evening, I was out 'marking' in my usual spot. I got the sense that maybe that coyote was next to me on the hill, watching. It made me slightly uneasy- slightly, but I continued. I looked around in the dark and didn't see anything, but when I went to go back inside I saw the outline of ears, head, and then body a ways down the drive. My eyes work pretty good. It was a coyote. They come and inspect things, often.
Loved this story about male marking. One of the most memorable poems I have ever read was on this topic. Everyone should mark their territory. I have to do that with my bark. Smiles.Quote:
Originally Posted by Kevin
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Originally Posted by Kevin
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