Anxiety and Awkwardness

Sometimes I find myself reliving certain aspects of my life which are so cringeworthy that I almost would rather die than think about them again.

Sadly my brain is in control and uses my emotions as some kind of whipping boy.

Years ago, I awoke after a dream about an ex who I had been very much in love with. Up to that point in my life, I had assumed that I was all over her, she was yesterday’s news, I could almost say that I had forgotten her completely. But after that dream, when I woke up, I was really shook up. I cried a little and wondered why I would dream of her when she hadn’t been thought of (consciously at least) for years.

Other awkward memories like disastrous dates and rejections are some of the ones I have quite often. Reliving my school days so that I come out on top rather than be crushed like a slug under the hobnail boots of various bullies.

You think that you are going to get through the day without such a thought popping up like a cheeky erection and then – BLAM – something suddenly reminds you of the time you told a girl that you loved her and her response was to say that she thought you were gay.

Yeah, good times. Not.

I guess this is all part of the rich tapestry that makes us human. Which is why I would rather be a cat but then again I would, no doubt, be the only cat who couldn’t stop thinking about that moment when I accidentally¬†sniffed a dog’s arse.

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About greebohobbes

All-round irritant, expert swordsman (loves lopping off the heads of ghouls), professional charlatan and outrageous wearer of black cocktail dresses...
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