Wassup with Stress?

I don’t know about you but I have a problem with stress.

Today I discovered that if you cross a new job, with a little bit of financial pressure, as well and breaking the law, and also the feeling that you are going to die and possibly the icing on the cake is that no one actually cares, you somehow get a small Cold Sore…

I mean, Come On !!!!!

So what ! So you got a new job and you haven’t got time to scratch your arse !! Get over it you pussy !!!

Oh wait. I’m having flash backs of my childhood. Which leads me to my subject. I wonder how much of your childhood comes back to haunt you when you are older? It is an interesting question.

Imagine this. Getting into your car and instructing your children to lock the doors when they buckle themselves in. You do this for a few years and eventually someone says to you “Dude, why are you, like, totally telling your kids to, like, totally lock the doors, Man?”.

Other than the fact that I have just been asked a question from someone who speaks like a 16 year old is beside the point. I started to ask myself the same question.

I pondered the scenario of what happens if I crash into a swamp, or we get hit from behind and the children cannot unlock the doors as I have instructed them to lock them before hand, blatantly sealing their death in an event of an accident before it actually happens.

Turns out that one night when I was speaking to my Mum I asked the question “why am I so f*cked with this?” which is a common conversation I have… especially with Mum… I was given the reply of “I use to tell you kids to lock the doors when you were children”.

To my dismay it was because I use to play with the handles when I was a child and my Mother was scared I would accidently open the door in a corner and be flung out the door.

Isn’t that amazing that we carry all this subconscious luggage with us into adulthood. Whow! That is totally deep.

That explains alot of things that are going on in my head at the moment.

Oh God…..

I need help.