The Stress Imp

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Stress is one of those weird things that seems completely unrelated to the actual amount of things you need to do or the gravity of the situations you’re thinking about. It follows no rhyme or reason, and its only purpose seems to be making your stomach feel as if it’s smuggling a very small black hole at its pit while your brain burns, reeling at the complete improbability of said phenomenon being lodged in your guts.

For me, stress only seems to exist right as I’m trying to fall asleep. Sometimes, I’m lucky and fall asleep faster than it can rear its annoying head, but it will find me the second I fade back into consciousness, usually accompanied with a vague need to pee. I could’ve been having the most interesting and exciting dream of my life, yet my brain seems to easily relate that awesome spin kick I did to a zombie’s head to that roast beef that got overcooked and oh my god I’ve never done that in my life, I cook RARE all of the time anditwasofcoursethefirsttimeinageseveryonewasthereand

DOYOUTHINKTHEYSTILLREMEMBERANDJUDGEMY

COOKINGBECAUSEISWEARI’MBETTERTHANTHAT.



I guess what I’m trying to say is that stress is a silly, useless thing.

Try not to worry so much, everyone!