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How Not to Cope With Stress

In my relatively short life, I've gone through a lot of krap: financial issues, school issues, people issues, life issues, relationship issues, sexual perfo- health issues, and job issues just to name a few. Most of the time when people come to me with their problems, I'm usually pretty good about empathizing with them simply because I've been down the road that they're coming down before or at least something similar to it. When I tell people that there's always hope, I sincerely mean it because if I can go through hell and come back, then they should be able to as well, especially as long as I'm around (it's that whole "friend to the end" trait in me).....

Which brings me to me. Unfortunately, I usually don't have the support I need or as much reassurance as I'd like. But that's OK (I guess). I deal with problems in my sleep, dreaming of the situation and waking up with an answer. That normally works in a fucked up sort of way (why can't I dream of something nice...like jello or something???). And when there is no answer when waking up, that leads to stress. Like this weekend. All weekend long I've been stressed thinking about tomorrow's meeting with our company's CFO about the $500 million project I've been working on. I metaphorically diffuse bombs from going off all day for a living. And this bomb is most likely going to go off.

So how do u deal with that? Here's how I handled it over the weekend:

Went drinking - there's a fine line to drinking to making a problem go away. Drink too little and the harsh reality of spending too much on alcohol adds salt to the wound. Yet if you drink too much, you throw up and waking up with a hangover is not much better

Binge eating - had an omelette on an alcohol-filled stomach for a breakfast and then a huge dinner from Leona's. Great, so I'm not only down about work, but I've also become a human bloatation device as well

Racquetball - my ear was practically taken off, I got a welt on my back that looks just like the Oakley logo, and the fat lip I got looks like a flat tire according to Carl. I know coming out of work I'll be feeling a bit beat-up. I didn't know that I was coming into work looking beat-up too.

Bottom line, folks, don't do this at home. It's just not worth it, man. This made all my sorrows go away...for a quick half-second:

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