Friday I have a date at a fancy beer bar with a rather lovely lady who I may or may not have a bit of a crush on. I'm kinda nervous about it already because I care. I know that seems odd, but the less I care about things the more I am at ease about them. Hence the most successful dates I've had have been the ones I was just "meh" about. This is true about all facets of life really. The more I care the more I overthink, and the more I overthink the more my anxiety comes out.
But while the does happen I find I'm a lot more able to manage it. Often the root is not worth the reaction and the more I think it over the more I'm able to rationalize things and talk myself out of said anxiety. That makes me happy.
Planning my winter vacation to go home and see the family. First a week or so with my brother and his wife, then on to see the parents down south in Mississippi where they vacation. It'll be about a year and a half since I saw my brother and sis-in-law so it should be interesting. Mostly because of the weight loss; I really have become a lot different for it. The whole "getting treated for anxiety" thing has led to internal changes that are just as impressive. At least in my mind.
He and I have never really seen eye to eye or had a real brotherly bond. I think it's more accurate to say our relationship is more like coworkers who really know a lot about each other. I think a lot of it is viewpoint about life. While he tends to think it should be about working to compete with the neighbors and to contribute to your 401k, I tend to believe that work and life should both be something that gives us happiness primarily because we could end at any time. So I think he's a suit and he thinks I'm a slacker. I think the dropping 120 pounds thing might show him I'm not that exactly. We'll see.
So yeah, I'm laid off and the toilet overflowed and I got vertigo last week and today my neck is so sore I can barely move it. But I'm pretty happy. I've got my health, I've got 20+ gallons of beer in my kitchen, and it seems I've got the interest of a pretty girl.
The beer won't last, but I hope the rest does.
But while the does happen I find I'm a lot more able to manage it. Often the root is not worth the reaction and the more I think it over the more I'm able to rationalize things and talk myself out of said anxiety. That makes me happy.
Planning my winter vacation to go home and see the family. First a week or so with my brother and his wife, then on to see the parents down south in Mississippi where they vacation. It'll be about a year and a half since I saw my brother and sis-in-law so it should be interesting. Mostly because of the weight loss; I really have become a lot different for it. The whole "getting treated for anxiety" thing has led to internal changes that are just as impressive. At least in my mind.
He and I have never really seen eye to eye or had a real brotherly bond. I think it's more accurate to say our relationship is more like coworkers who really know a lot about each other. I think a lot of it is viewpoint about life. While he tends to think it should be about working to compete with the neighbors and to contribute to your 401k, I tend to believe that work and life should both be something that gives us happiness primarily because we could end at any time. So I think he's a suit and he thinks I'm a slacker. I think the dropping 120 pounds thing might show him I'm not that exactly. We'll see.
So yeah, I'm laid off and the toilet overflowed and I got vertigo last week and today my neck is so sore I can barely move it. But I'm pretty happy. I've got my health, I've got 20+ gallons of beer in my kitchen, and it seems I've got the interest of a pretty girl.
The beer won't last, but I hope the rest does.
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unravled:
Oooh, so this is what you were trying to tell me last weekend!
charlielove:
You're amazing, don't forget it. I'm sure the pretty girl will be floored by how much awesome you pack into that little body 
<3.
<3.