I don’t know what the hell has come over me, but I have been gripped with malaise, ennui, and an overwhelming case of irrationality.
I mean, I freaked the fuck out last night because some of my East Coast/Central time zone Facebook friends posted spoilers over last night’s Glee before it aired in California. Um, WHAT THE HELL, CKD? Get a grip. Get some perspective. Get a fucking life.
To be fair, the freakout wasn’t just about finding out about a plot twist of some TV show. I mean, I’m crazy, but not, like, Psycho Hose Beast Crazy. I am finding that I crack under the dumbest things when I feel pressure building up against me. The challenge for me has always been recognizing the signs that I am reaching a breaking point, and taking a moment to stop, breathe, and take care of myself before I fall apart.
If nothing else, I owe it to the people around me to hold my shit together.