I could sum up our NYE party, but I am ashamed at how many cookies I ate. And how Justin and I failed at our first NYE kiss because he went to sip his champagne before kissing me and I said you're doing it wrong! I could tell you about how I farted in front of Justin for the first time, or how a portion of our NYE party conversations revolved around to/not to fart in front of your significant other. And how we watched The Grey and it was really odd and also, Liam Neeson is rad and Dermot Mulroney looks good in hipster glasses.
But I don't feel like it.
It's not that I don't like 2013. It's that I don't feel like doing this thing right now. Not today. Maybe tomorrow. Or next week.
My irrational anxiety has been through the roof lately. Irrational meaning I sit at my desk and experience the WORST heart palpitations you can imagine for no significant reason at all. And then I get all bent out of shape because there is no reason for it and then I just spiral. And then I go home and lay on the couch and make Justin rub my head until it all passes.
So for now I would like to not force myself to write, and wait for it to come to me. I would like to get my anxiety under control. And I would like to never accidentally fart in front of Justin again. Key word: accidentally.
"YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG" is a hilarious way to start 2013. I hope you start feeling better soon. I suggest baths. :)
ReplyDeleteI agree with Kelsey, baths... wishing you well my friend- I'll be thinking of you!Justin take good care of her :) xo
ReplyDeleteAww I hope you feel better soon friend!
ReplyDeleteFarts happen. Just like shit.
ReplyDeleteTake care of yourself, lady!
The first fart. That's a biggie. Pretty soon you'll be leaving the door open when you do your bid'ness in the bathroom.
ReplyDeleteLike I said, not irritational at all ;-)
ReplyDeleteDon't feel bad. My husband fell asleep at 11:30 and when I tried to wake him up shortly after midnight for my kiss, he just mumbled "happy new yrrrrr..." and went right back to sleep.
ReplyDeleteI agree that The Grey was really odd. Wolves don't hunt people, I don't care who says otherwise. And I can legitimately voice my opinion on that because I live in Alaska. So there.
Also, after almost 3 years of marriage, I still have yet to fart (while awake, anyway) in front of my husband. And I'd like to keep it that way. I will never, ever be one of those leave-the-door-open, fart-whenever people. Just...no. Ew.
Shoot. Feel better soon. Hugs!
ReplyDeleteaww sorry you're feelin bad Tiff!! Drink some tea..it's relaxing. I had the fart talk with Matt and I told him that's a door you don't want to open while dating, he said it's ok and it's a normal body function...so game on...gross I know but it has to happen, right?
ReplyDeleteIt'll come, friend... it'll come. The longer you live with Justin, the less you'll care about accidental or non accidental body functions.
ReplyDeleteOh sweet friend...I wish I could do something to help calm you. Just take your meds....DO NOT skip them. Try and relax and know I am here if you need anything. And fart, schmart....that's such a small piece of the pie...I know...you are prissy....but we ALLLLLLL do it!! ;)
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad I was there for the farting situation..kinda. You should probably keep that to a minimum.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the invite to the party! :P
ReplyDeleteThe fart can't be as bad as the cracken he saw a few weeks ago right? ;) At least it wasn't a queef?
Sorry about your anxiety. Last year I started getting heart palpitations instead of headaches. Not fun at all and I understand your pain. Just focus on the good stuff and hopefully that helps!
I'm so sorry about your anxiety and frankly besides the anxiety part of this post which made me worried for you, this post was amazing. It sounds like a pretty awesome new years!
ReplyDeleteOh man, I realize that when that kind of anxiety sets in there's nothing that can really fix it (especially at work) short of hiding or snuggling (those are my only anxiety band-aids.) Just know that you are perfect just the way you are. You are charming, talented, beautiful, and interesting (in the best way possible.) And you pulled off this blog post, even from the trenches of mental-hell. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteanxiety is the worst, worst. I am sorry about that. but I think you have the right idea
ReplyDeleteThe farting conversations! I can't escape them!
ReplyDeleteThe anxiety. Tiff, I know what you're dealing with. I had a HORRIBLE bout of it around Thanksgiving. I've sat at my desk at work, heart racing, shaking, hyperventilating and crying over nothing. It's HARD. Thinking of you!
Oh anxiety.
ReplyDeleteOh my friend. We are in the same boat, granted I know you're feeling better. Thank you for checking in on me, it's one of the reasons I love you. You are such a good soul. A good, good, good beautiful soul.
F**k anxiety.
Awww, anxiety sucks! I hope you feel better soon! But still sounds like your NYE was better than ours. I got a speeding ticket and J got a vasectomy. Hahah.
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