Paranoia. Anxiety. Worry. God, aren't they all just downright awful? I was having a good week: saw two performances of our school's "Les Miserables" production (scuse the omission of the accent); got coursework back on schedule, and so forth.
And now, I seem to be in a bout of miserableness: or is that the right word? Qui sait. All I know is that I seem to be worrying about things - but the worst thing is, for someone who lectures younger school boys in his thrice-weekly debating tutorials about rational, logical arguments, all my anxieties are completely irrational!!
Lord help women : if they get this feeling every sodding month, I admire them....hugely.
I thought that as someone who usually bottles up his feelings (which in turn have had disastrous cosequences in the past) I would attempt to articulate my worry through this blog.
Many of my friends have recently proved that geeky but loveable Dr Overill right in engaging in a full-blown blogging war: I thought that this would be less controversial, but interesting nonetheless. It's not that I want some quasi-agony aunt rabbiting on at me (though some advice and counsel would be nice); simply, what do you all think -
Should we go on about our worries, fears and anxieties?
Am I alone in feeling petrified at the thought of society's shunning me if I don't live up to everybody's expectations?
Maybe put simply, I should just yell......AU SECOURS!!!
Many of you won't understand that expression: but then, isn't that the core of the problem? Nobody really understands anyone like they themselves do. So then doesn't that beg the question,
what's the effing point?
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