Stressed? Blame Gene
Stressed? Of course you are. You sick of bloody at the Internet and feeling like you've got a ton of things to do. But just can't face it all. Makes you stress.
Now if I said stop looking at the Web right now and go and do some of those things on your mind that you're fretting about, you'd have already got up and left this mid sentence.
That's not good.
You need to read this whole article. Then get up and still feel stressed.
It's normal to feel stressed. We all get stressed out of our brain now and then (like right now and then later on too).
I blame Gene. Yeah. Heard about it on the gogglebox the other day. Yep. Lady said, "Certain people are more like to get stressed out and some of it comes from Gene."
Bloody Gene, hey? Why does he have to stress everyone ought? What's his problem?
Reckon we should have a good talk with him. Tell it's antisocial stressing people out like that. Ask him to take a good hard look at himself in the mirror for what he has done.
But that's life. You can't get away from it. There's always going to be the Gene factor dragging you back.
Strange though, isn't it, that people called Norman or Susie don't get blamed for causing stress. Bet they do freak people out though.
Look, I'm feeling guilty now. You shouldn't be reading this. Should be doing the dishes or something. Cleaning the ceiling. Licking the sink, or whatever. Not on the 'Innernet' (that's what some people call it, and that stresses me. Actually it doesn't).
Just get off and into it. Up and Adam (or... up and Annie?). That's gender equality.
And, by the way, if you're at work reading this be aware. This is NSFW! Yeah. Took me ages to find out what that meant. Was stressful not knowing.
Then I had a brainwave (Kind of like a perm but they put electrodes on your head - isn't it weird what hairdressers can do now?). I looked it up.
Turns out I shouldn't have been stressed. NSFW means National Schools Film Week! For goodness sake.
Now if you're really feeling like Gene has been giving you the heebie-jeebies, then talk to someone about it. See a professional (but not an accountant) and get some help. Be nice to yourself. Don't keep looking in the mirror and saying, "Why?" or stuff like that. And don't count your fat rolls (or anyone else for that matter). Stress is often a hop, step, and jump to anxiety and other crap that you don't want to talk about because it just gets you even more stressed.
So, for stress reduction sakes, keep it simple. And, remember: at some of the problem could be bloody Gene's fault. Wherever he is.