I am a big nervous furball of energy. Blah I hate when I work myself into these anxious moments. In my head I know it will be ok. I know nothing truly horrific is going to happen. It's a few minutes. An hour tops but yet my whole body is trembling with anxiousness. There are several reasons. All of which have combined together into the perfect storm. Breathe. If I tell myself enough maybe I'll remember to.
We do for others because we don't know how to do for ourselves. We do for others because we feel it is the only way to make up for the damage we feel our craziness is doing to society. We do for others because it makes us feel good when nothing else in the whole world does, not even pills. We stay quiet and sit in the corner because others seem so much more needy. We require so little, you and I. A fact which does not sit well with others who would label us as too much to handle. When in truth, all those such as us really need is a bit of understanding, a bit of reciprocation, maybe a touch on the cheek once in a while and a sly wink. The rest of the world is needy. I'd rather be crazy. ~~Aimee