I am, indeed, a ray of sunshine.


Today I went up to greenfield for my prehire drug screen and physical. It was all women at the clinic. In contrast to all the previous employment physicals the doctor just asked me if I had any hernias rather than actually checking my balls for such. Sigh. Been a while since a woman has checked out my balls.
Not actually feeling much like a ray of sunshine. Vexes me that my wants are meaningless. Just have anxiety and avoidant behavior patterns. Get stuck where I don't do anything because I'm anxious about the stress of doing things, and I get caught up in the stress and anxiety and frustration of being (doing) nothing. Right now I'm anxious about something going wrong with my hiring process and when that's over I'll be anxious about having to face my job. I'll be anxious about having to go out in snowy conditions. I'll be anxious about my health, I'll be anxious about my car. I'll be anxious about not having time to do something meaningful with my life and anxious about having to face free time when I do have it, being faced with the stess of exertion to better myself versus the profound disappointment in myself I feel when I just squander all my free time. I'll be anxious about what to say to attractive women, anxious about alienating them by saying the wrong thing and anxious about losing chances by never saying anything. Anxious about the numbers I'll find printed on my bills, anxious about my bank statement. It's like a dense floury shortbread encasing your heart and mind, a continuous tense knit in my brow.
Weird thing is I'm actually much better now than I used to be. I don't live on antacids any more. Just walking around I don't feel as heavy. Whatever.

Today I went up to greenfield for my prehire drug screen and physical. It was all women at the clinic. In contrast to all the previous employment physicals the doctor just asked me if I had any hernias rather than actually checking my balls for such. Sigh. Been a while since a woman has checked out my balls.
Not actually feeling much like a ray of sunshine. Vexes me that my wants are meaningless. Just have anxiety and avoidant behavior patterns. Get stuck where I don't do anything because I'm anxious about the stress of doing things, and I get caught up in the stress and anxiety and frustration of being (doing) nothing. Right now I'm anxious about something going wrong with my hiring process and when that's over I'll be anxious about having to face my job. I'll be anxious about having to go out in snowy conditions. I'll be anxious about my health, I'll be anxious about my car. I'll be anxious about not having time to do something meaningful with my life and anxious about having to face free time when I do have it, being faced with the stess of exertion to better myself versus the profound disappointment in myself I feel when I just squander all my free time. I'll be anxious about what to say to attractive women, anxious about alienating them by saying the wrong thing and anxious about losing chances by never saying anything. Anxious about the numbers I'll find printed on my bills, anxious about my bank statement. It's like a dense floury shortbread encasing your heart and mind, a continuous tense knit in my brow.
Weird thing is I'm actually much better now than I used to be. I don't live on antacids any more. Just walking around I don't feel as heavy. Whatever.





