Nerves suck! Have you been nervous over anything lately? A new car purchase, having a new baby, waiting for a phone call for a job interview? Don’t you just hate sitting around waiting in limbo for something to happen? Here I am getting all nervous about crap that I should be old enough and smart enough not to freak out over, and yet, I do…
So I’m going to this blogger convention this weekend so I can make things bigger and better (Naughty, naughty. I didn’t mean it like that!) for you, my favorite and fabulous readers. I’d like to say my bags are packed and all I have left to do is buy some good roadtrip snacks, but instead, I’m panicking.
I am the worst nervous person.
- I break out. Currently, I look like I have bubbling tomato sauce on my chin. Ug.
- I get the beauty of all redneck charm: a cold sore.
- If I’m really lucky, I can pack my Puffs because I inevitably acquire the sniffles, too.
- I may or may not display an awkward sense of bitchiness towards my significant other. It’s only rumor and conjecture as far as I can see.
- I snack. Therefore, I get larger like a hot air balloon at the Macy’s Day parade. (I guess it is coming up! I should be ready just in time!)
- I fidget…with my hair, my shirt that’s sucking to my fat rolls, my nasty broken-out zits. Well, you get the idea.
- I overanalyze…my thoughts, my spouse’s thoughts, my neighbor’s that leaves their car blocking my driveway, the nutjob that bought 5 cases of ramen in front of me at Walmart…
- I wake up… in the middle of the night…to worry. (Brilliant, huh?)
- I get an anxious furrow of the brow that makes me look bitchier than even my usual.
- I have this uncanny need to add even more things to my plate so besides being nervous, I am sweating all the items on the to-do list and running around frantically like a kid on a sugar-high.
Is that enough proof, or what? I’m like a smorgasbord of unpleasantness when it comes to nervousness.
The only good news: Once I get there I’m completely fine. Lol.
All it takes is a quick reminder of my favorite (and only) hubs’ words: be comfortable in your own skin. And magically, I am…. (Now if I could just remember that a couple weeks earlier…)
So what about you? What do nerves do to you? Do they bring out the best in you? Do you want to jump off a cliff? Do you get a little bat-shit crazy? Come on, I don’t want to be all alone!