100 years from now, health researchers will have some interesting data to look at for the effects of long-term stress on all kinds of things at a population level.
Natter 76: Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Foaminess
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I just read an article about stress-eating. Basically, yes, it does make you feel better, if that's your inclination. No, it's probably not good for you, but maybe you can rewire your brain so that you stress eat fruit instead of peppermint Oreos. For example.
Timelies all!
I like that New Yorker cover.Reminds me of the good things that happened with the elections.(Pissed about the rat-fucking, though.)
There was the one time I stress-ate a head of broccoli. I'm still on M&Ms right now, though.
I hate when I get yelled at at work for something I may have done wrong, but I'm not actually sure. So I don't quite have the moral indignation of being right, but maybe I can? Everyone can fuck off anyway. I need a drink.
AND my mother deleted my recording of 911, and I can't find Fox on demand?? WTAF.
I've been sitting here with a low to moderate level of stress for a couple of years, and I'm honestly not sure if I remember what it feels like to not be stressed.
Jesse, I think it's on Hulu if you have that.
Oh, is that the fuckery? And you have to subscribe to Hulu now, right? I hate everything.
And realize all of my problems are tiny.
I hate when I get yelled at at work for something I may have done wrong, but I'm not actually sure. So I don't quite have the moral indignation of being right, but maybe I can?
Well, no matter what happened, people at work should not be yelling at you.
I've been sitting here with a low to moderate level of stress for a couple of years, and I'm honestly not sure if I remember what it feels like to not be stressed.
Since Wednesday, I've felt really happy, in a way I haven't felt in a long time. I described it to my therapist as "sparkly happy." I just feel lighter, emotionally, than I have in a long time. BUT I'm also kind of braced for the next shitty thing that will bring that all crashing down, and *that* feeling sucks.
t edit What's weird -- and yet 100% UNsurprising -- is that my brother had a very similar session with *his* therapist yesterday. So we continue to share a brain and a mental illness.