Because I Usually End Up Getting Stress For The Holidays

I absolutely get how post-holiday depression is a thing, but personally I experience something akin to post-holiday relief.

This Feels Like An Oddly Appropriate Thought For The New Year

Remember when I said there’s a reason why I’m not allowed to tell inspirational stories? For a further case in point, today my response to the topic of how things respond to pressure was, essentially: While it’s true pressure makes diamonds, if what I’ve seen in those hydraulic press videos can be believed, most of the time pressure just makes a mess.

It’s An Ugly Cycle

On days like today I remember the day I learned that beyond a certain point of being overworked and overstressed you find yourself capable of doing less and less work while your stress continues to increase.

I Can Always Change My Mind Later If This Doesn’t Work Out

I’ve made my decision, by the way.

As much fun as it might be to develop some new vices, I don’t really have the time to spare for that right now, so I’ve concluded I’m better off reducing my stressors.

I’ll Get Back To You On What I Decide

After last week I have come to the conclusion that I either need to reduce the stressors in my life, or to develop a taste for a couple of new vices.

My First Draft Was MUCH Longer

Rather than risk getting preachy about it, let me just say that sometimes the trick is to cycle among your stress-relieving vices so you don’t get too hooked on any one of them.

I’m Leaning Toward “Not”

I was mostly joking, of course, when on Friday I inquired about the existence of post-traumatic home reconstruction disorder.

Having had the weekend to observe myself though, I’m reconsidering if I was really joking or not.

And, No, I Hadn’t Been Drinking, So It Wasn’t That

We all have our own ways of dealing with stress, and the other night as I made a rare appearance at a large social gathering, I rediscovered one of mine.

“We need to go soon,” I told L’s Mother as I discretely pulled her aside.  “I’m getting funnier and running out of people it’s safe to be funny with.”

The Weird Part Is They USED To Be The Same Thing For Me

This week I learned that tension and stress, while related, are actually separate things.

And now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go and deal with this headache . . . but at least I’m not stressed about it.

Everybody Else Got To Say Something Witty This Week; I Just Wanted To Be Included

Today while coming back from the hardware store, I was muttering darkly under my breath at the traffic congestion in the parking lot while L’s Mother was patiently explaining to him that the letter “t” in “depot” was silent.  “You’re not supposed to pronounce the ‘t’ at all,” she corrected.

“If you say so,” I said amiably, “I’ll be glad when all these ‘idios’ are out of my way then.”