It's a funny thing, stress. Obviously not 'laugh out loud' funny, or we'd all be out bottling and selling it, instead of trying to avoid it, deny it or flick metaphorical V signs at it, in an attempt to dodge its octopi-like fronds as they snarf you in.
How can something so clearly invisible feel so bloody tangible? And be such a flipping conundrum - like how can it have the power to wake you up in the early hours when an alarm clock doesn't? Or the ability to keep you awake at night when even a brilliant film or some top conversation can't keep your trying-hard eyelids open?
And how come you know that you're stressed because you're behaving in a way that you recognise isn't either normal, or how you want to be… but you can't quite change it? So you can react like a total nobhead that you want to say 'you're being a twat' to… but as it's you, you brain doesn't know how to both say it and hear it at the same time.
It's a weird phenomenon, nothing quite like it. Pops up like a guitar-strumming evangelist at a family get-together (maybe that's just my family), hangs around like a fetid smell and leaves a minging taste in your mouth like a skunk's just croaked in there. A bit like BO, but they haven't invented the spray can that can knock it on the head, nip it in the bud and lassoo its nasty short and curlies in one foul swoop.
Anyway – for those of you that I am ever short to (ie in conversation, not in stature) – my apologies. Just feels.. a bit stressy at the mo… and it sucks.
One theory? Delicious red Lindor round chocs straight from the fridge remove 10 stress strands per ball. Totally unscientific, but satisfying in its simplicity and promise. Off to test this excellent hypothesis now x
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Boo stress. Boo work. Rah rah booze. Rah rah holidays. We should catch up before Wales, send us some dates (you traveling at all?). When’s your next hol, it must have been almost a month since the last one?! xx