I’m experiencing extremely high occupational/study-related stress levels for maybe the first time in my life, undoubtedly due to the season. Like I’ve been busy but I’ve never been Capital B Busy as in the only time you are done being the places you have to be and doing maybe 1/2 the stuff that needs to be done is when you lay your head down at night… and I am NOT even talking about extracurricular activities or seeing people, which LOL is not happening. Needless to say I am figuring out as I go along how to cope.
Tonight that took the form of — leaving work early, skipping my evening class, and eating jelly beans salad and “Cheez” on crackers for dinner after lying in bed for TWO FULL HOURS reading reviews on Amazon of the Sister Wives tell-all autobiography. And to be honest most of the reviews just said the same thing over and over (this book kinda sucks,) yet I read like 25 PAGES of them. Why even. I think I was too lazy to open a new tab.
Basically the version of me that is tired and stressed gives zeroO f*cks about what goes down in my spare time, like my amount of caring is directly proportionately inverse to the amount of painstaking hours i put in at school/work as a means of recalibration. Like, think of one of those golden scales with the ball o’ stress on one side and a single container of Easy Cheese on the other, balancing perfectly.
As a parenthetical, I was renown at sleepaway camp for consuming Easy Cheese at too high of a volume (which is to say, “ever,”) and in wholly unacceptable ways. All of which is my roundabout way of saying that the wway I ate it was straight from the nozzle, deposited in little flowers directly onto my tongue. Because F a cracker, the middleman just distracted from the good stuff. And good it is. At age 25.8 let’s just finally admit that I was so, so right.