2004-03-16 9:52 a.m.
I don’t deal well with stress at all. In fact, having had a fairly fortunate and sheltered childhood, stress is a completely new concept and I just can’t seem to cope with it. Everything came to a head this morning while, as opposed to having my head in the clouds, it was instead sunk deep into the pits of hell, so deep, in fact, that I managed to leave my keys in the door on my way out. I mean, leaving them in the door on your way in is fair enough, but it takes a hell of an effort to be dumb enough to forget to take them out of the lock once you’ve locked up on your way out. And of course the clincher was the fact that I didn’t realise until I’d left the building, which meant I couldn’t get back in. Oh the hilarity. The security guy who lent me the key to the building was pretending to be all understanding about it, but I know that him and his mate were having a good laugh at me once I left.
What exactly am I stressed about? Everything and nothing I suppose. Living arrangements have been rearing their ugly head recently, with Andrew dropping out because he doesn’t want to live with Jamie and Jamie dropping out because he doesn’t want to live with Faye. Now Faye is talking about moving in Nick, the guy who she has been seeing on and off for about a month. I know, its pure insanity on a stick. I know I couldn’t stand living with Nick and to be honest I’m not quite sure I could handle living with Faye. Of course nobody is actually honest about not wanting to live with certain people, and instead we give crap reasons such as ‘nobody is making an effort to find anywhere’ and then talk about each other behind each other’s backs. Can you blame me for being tempted to find a flat by myself?
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