Panic

Worry

For the past three days I have been absolutely positive that I was failing my college chemistry class. The following inner monologue went about in my brain:

I’m failing. f a i l i n g. That is a major problem. Okay, well I’ll just go check my grades…Oh SWEET JESUS this is not high school, there is no grade checking. So just do the averages of all the grades…..WHY DO I KEEP GETTING 27….crapcrapcrapcrap. My folks are going to kill me dead (insert more panic)” 

So as fun as that was, I’d really rather never ever ever do that ever do that again. Nothing is fun about worrying so bad that you don’t want to eat (not even cake or mac and cheese) or play soccer or do anything other than refresh your computer screen until midterm grades appear.  That’s just not good for your health. Or mine. Yeah, really bad for my health. I’ve neglected other things. Not because of worrying, mostly just because I’m lazy. BUT! While I was worrying about being to horrible at chemistry to become a doctor and figuring I’d have to spend the rest of my life becoming a writer (gah) I could have a) cleaned my room b)cleaned my car c) gotten decent sleep d)all of the freakin’ above. Right now, I could be in bed trying to disable my brain from firing equations and science through my head. Instead though, I am writing for you. At 20 minutes until tomorrow, I’m writing. Because it’s so much easier than trying to shut off my brain.

Oh, and for you nosy people, I am in fact NOT failing chem.

For you who worry: 50% of the stuff you worry about, never happens.

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Goodnight Children

 

 

 

 

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Chinese Finger Trap

Worry, panic, fear, these wonderfully sucky emotions creep into our lives on a daily or weekly basis. We obsess over stupid crap that isn’t going to matter in a few minutes.

“Did I wear the right shirt today?”

“Wait, did I forget my umbrella?” 

Stupid, little things that don’t matter. We over react constantly. Why worry? So what, if your shirt doesn’t match perfectly? Who actually cares? In ten years are you going to care that you left your umbrella in the car and had to walk in the rain? No. You aren’t even going to really mind in ten minutes. So why worry? Well guys and dolls, it’s the human condition. We are genetically designed to worry about everything. The wrong things. We fret about high school and whether or not we bought our shirts from the right store. And GOD FORBID that popular girl in 5th period whispered at you. And “I swear is that guy looking at me? Tell me! OMG IS HE?” Because really, it matters. I know. I know. I’m crazy and confused. It’s totally relevant to life. Except not. Kids, we worry and worry over nothing. I’ll leave you with this. I say it all the time.

My life is like a Chinese finger trap. If I’d just calm down and stop panicking everything would be okay.