A Bum I’m Not
It’s no secret that I’ve been having anxiety attacks these last few days. I’d like to take a moment to thank these awesome people:
Einat for talking some sense into me.
Les for leaving work to bring me the kava kava elixir.
My dad for making me laugh (”Records and registration….”).
Betsy for telling me I’m normal.
Nicole for carting me around on my last day of finals for a mini bar crawl.
Everyone who left me a message; Julie, Val, Jack, I’m lookin’ at you.
Finally, Miller Light for being tasty and cheap.
Things that are still making me crazy:
Finally getting a job interview and then being told they wouldn’t get back to me for another two weeks.
Struggling with cigarettes again.
Not relaxing or enjoying this brief time of “no responsiblities”.
Why can’t I just be content in watching movies all day? Why won’t my body let me sleep past 7AM? Why can’t I stomach junk food or drinking all night or unemployment? For the first time in my life, I wished that I didn’t care. But it’s a good thing that I do care because it means that I’ll never be a bum.
I’m obviously not a very good one.
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Perhaps this isn’t a good forum (the “comment” function)for people like me who find it difficult to abridge my thoughts into a power-packed pocket-sized phrase. But please know that I read this entry, and that I can relate; and more importantly that I am here if you do want some obnoxious but hopefully inspiring, encouraging, and comforting long-winded response. Ofte times though, I would prefer to simply sit back and listen. Hang in there!
Djulie
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