My ears are ringing, my limbs are aching, I'm pretty sure I'm about to vomit... It can be one of two things: Sickness, or stress.
Well, I have an immunity system of a God so I don't think I'm sick quite yet, its definitely the stress.
The problem with stress is that its so common that you don't get any attention for it. Wow, that sounds conceited, let me explain that. As a junior in high school, I'm surrounded by hundreds of stressed out teens. Its so normal to be stressed out that no one comes to your rescue when you are, because so many other students are managing it as well. Okay, still a little narcissistic of me, but at least I admit it.
If it were sickness, well then I would be taking it much more easy then I am now. I have too much to do to slow down.
I don't like to admit to being sick when I actually am. I very much admit it on the weekends and holidays, but most certainly never on the weekdays. This is partically because I don't want to miss school, but it is also because of my past experiences with staying home...
When I was in the fourth grade, I got the flu and had to stay home from school for two whole weeks. I got to do whatever I wanted in those two weeks. I would lay in my parents bed all day while watching Spongebob Squarepants and eating waffles. After that year, things were different.
Whenever I would want to stay home from school, my parents would ask me if I was absolutely sure, and if I responded yes, then they would say, "Alright, do what you have to do then." That automatically makes me feel guilty of course! I'm not going to want to stay home if it sounds like there will be consequences. Of course the scewed meaning of their words was all in my head, and I'm sure my parents didn't mean for it to sound that way. However, it did.
If I then chose that it was absolutely essential for my well-being to stay at home, I would be told to put my phone and computer in the kitchen, go into my room, shut my blinds, and go to bed. Okay, I know that in context, that is the healthy thing to do, but when my sister comes home and asks what I did at home all day, and she responds with, "Really? Cause ya know when I stay home sick, Mom lets me watch TV all day!", I feel cheated (Not to mention I despise when people tell me to put MY property in THEIR possession. I love my phone, and although my parents pay the bill, its one of the few things I can call mine). It's probably because shes the favorite child.
I'm just kidding, Susan and Gary don't choose favorites... ha...
I'm sure now you can't blame me for my anxiety about getting sick, which I can actually make myself be if I get too stressed out. Its like a magic trick. Gary told me I was going to give myself an aneurysm if I keep stressing out like I do. We cant let that happen, aneurysm means surgery, and surgery means missing school, and you know what that would mean for me...
My mother is going to get mad at me for this post, because she actually is wonderful when I'm sick and would do anything to make me feel better, but I read in between the lines and focus on me... Narcissist.
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