Amyelia

If my life was a lot less dramatic I think I would be a much happier person. For instance, I don’t need to feel like the world is about to end because I’m doing the work of six people and feel unable, nor do I need to be woken up in the morning, still tired and lacking at least another two hours sleep, to be greeted with the news that I’ve left my car keys in the ignition. Behind a locked door. I also don’t see why I should have to panic and stress about the fact that someone has taken, or stolen, my spare keys from the bunch of spare keys in my Dad’s wardrobe – which have vanished into non-existence. It should be where it is meant to be, because what business does anyone else have that they should be pocketing the keys to MY car? The only person who drives it is ME. Then there’s a whole lot of lesser, yet insistent, dramas. These include stressing out over being overweight, freaking out about my incessantly degenerating complexion, finding new and unsightly stretchmarks behind my calves, dreading all the work I have to hand in the next two weeks and…just life in general. I need to, as they say, take a chill pill. I seem so laid back about everything, but I think that those who know me well are aware of the fact that behind that cool facade I am constantly worrying and being a stresshead about everything. EVERYTHING. Even about what might happen five years into the future. I need a shrink. I need James to be here already!

-Amyelia