My sister always jokes that I've stressed over the "tiniest things" since the days of being a "young pup."
Funny thing is is that her opinion feels like an exposing game of Whack-a-Mole. In my mind my electrical wiring had a short circuit that kept me safe in the hole that shielded the mallet's blow.
She was unaware that her comments had caused this mole to spring upward long enough to hit it's fragile head. She calls it pessimistic and depressing while I prefer the term"professional worrier" as this makes it seem more legit.
So what if I'm pulling my hair out from a stressful day at work or because "the plan" isn't piecing together despite the assistance of "crazy glue."
Bad luck perhaps?
I think someone snatched up all the rabbit's feet leaving me with a heap of left over fur. Too bad I don't have googly eyes and a glue stick handy to make a festive key chain.
C'est la vie.
Funny thing is is that her opinion feels like an exposing game of Whack-a-Mole. In my mind my electrical wiring had a short circuit that kept me safe in the hole that shielded the mallet's blow.
She was unaware that her comments had caused this mole to spring upward long enough to hit it's fragile head. She calls it pessimistic and depressing while I prefer the term"professional worrier" as this makes it seem more legit.
So what if I'm pulling my hair out from a stressful day at work or because "the plan" isn't piecing together despite the assistance of "crazy glue."
Bad luck perhaps?
I think someone snatched up all the rabbit's feet leaving me with a heap of left over fur. Too bad I don't have googly eyes and a glue stick handy to make a festive key chain.
C'est la vie.
