(Please don't tell me I am attractive. I am not fishing for compliments. With the mood I've been in, I'll just tell you that you're stupid for thinking that.)
This, I think, is the ugliest side of me. We all have a bad quality or two. For example, my best friend Dora gets really cranky if she hasn't eaten and my cat likes to wipe his poo-covered paws on me sometimes. My worst quality is the crippling anxiety that creeps up on me when I can't sleep at night. It turns me into a monster.
In case you're thinking that I'm making this up, have a gander at my thought process:
I wish I could sleep. Who needs sleep anyway? I'm going to be really unpleasant tomorrow if I don't get some sleep. But hey, I could die before I even get to work. Car accidents happen all the time. I'm not immune to car accidents. I backed into a girl's car at the bank just a couple of months ago. I'm such a failure at everything. I'm going to die someday. I hope I don't die before I turn 24. If I do, people will say, "And it happened right before her 24th birthday." Perhaps that'll be written on my urn. I hope I get a nice urn and not one of those thrift-shop vases. If I do get a thrift-shop vase, it needs to have character.These kind of thoughts trip me up so much that I have bouts of severe agoraphobia. I've sometimes found myself staying at home on weekends just to avoid dying outside. Sure, I could have a heart attack or be attacked by intruders at home. But the chances of a car accident significantly lowers by not actually driving.
That's been the focus of my anxiety this week, but sometimes it manifests over financial worries. Will I ever pay off my student loans? Will Gideon and I ever have enough money to take a big trip? Can I afford a new car in the next 10 years or should I just cut holes in the floor of my car once it croaks and ride around Flintstone-style?
I've found a solution to this anxiety: budgeting. When I start to worry about money, I budget for hours. Sometimes I do this while sobbing and drinking wine. It's a real party.
I hope I can blog a bit more than I have been. I really do enjoy it and I think one or two people enjoy reading it. My cat counts as people.
BLEH. I can't even find a way to end this post well. Should I be snarky? Should I say something meaningful?
No. I should just end poorly it like the failure I am. (I am also poor so it fits.)
The end.
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