Okay let’s just RELAX FOR A FUCKING MINUTE there’s absolutely NO reason why we need to be getting anxious. You’re in your soft jammies on your day off with your kitty and Animal Crossing. You’re fine. Everything is fine.
Like my brain is a goddamn overstimulated seven year old boy whose balloon string is tied so fuckin’ tight on his wrist it’s gonna cut off his circulation but he’s still terrified it’s gonna float away or some shit.
Oh that’s not even what I’m anxious about. It’s usually literally nothing.
My anxiety: “OMIGOD”
Me: What what!?!?!
My anxiety: “Haha nothing.”
Sometimes it’s as dumb as knowing I have to put a pizza in the oven.
Then
A stupid northern flicker decides to go to town on the side of our house.
I threw open the window to scare it away and EVERY BIRD IN THE GODDAMN NEIGHBORHOOD IS LOSING ITS MIND RIGHT NOW.
Like wtf. It’s straight up Hitchcock out there.
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful kitty!
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful cat!*
My cat is freaking out this morning, too.
Here he is pretending to be asleep. Don’t let him fool you. He’s just waiting for me to let my guard down and then he’s gonna try to steal something.
After
I watched the trailer for the new Wes Anderson film and it made me want to start punching walls and knocking over furniture.
Anxiety. The uninvited house guest. The ever present specter. The gasp of breath that comes unexpectedly. Like revving the engine of a high octane sports car and burning off half the tank.
Decision
Sleep in.
Go get pastries and fresh coffee.
Get to see cute shiba doggo.
—emily duchaine
Flommist Emily Duchaine lives in the Pacific Northwest. She likes to drink mead, learn about sharks, and listen to the Talking Heads. She pretends to be a professional businesswoman most days. Copyright © 2020 Emily Duchaine. *Me, singing to Whiskey along to Once in a Lifetime.
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