On Stress

My last post was January 25th – I’m already neglecting my duties as a responsible blogger. But I have an excuse! Really!

Ok, I really don’t have a good one – saying that one is too “under stress” to do anything is probably the worse cop out in the history of cop outs. Shouldn’t stress be something that we can easily deflect? I mean, think about it. We have so much stuff surrounding us in our daily life that we should be able to take our minds off what is bothering us (for instance, substance abuse).

Yet, every night when I get off of work, I find myself too mentally fried to do anything at all. I basically become a permanent fixture on my couch and flip on my beautiful television. I’ve gained weight. I’ve lost a ton of sleep. I’ve drank a little more than I probably should be. But I sure have watched a shit load of college basketball. I already have my bracket filled out and, dammit, I’m going to win.

Here’s hoping that, for better or worse, the cause of my stress will come to an end next week so that I can start worrying about something else. Is it all really just an endless cycle of worries? Maybe I should start working out. Endorphins, and the like.

When worried, I can never make a solid decision on anything.