Monday, January 13, 2014

Easily Affected

Easily rattled. Worry wart. I guess you know what I'm getting at. That's me in not so many words. I guess many people consider themselves 'worry warts' like me. But I can sometimes [well, a lot of times] be unreasonably affected.

How so? Well, let me count the ways. Eversince I was young I've always liked watching/following movie stars' lives played either on TV, radio or magazines. Whenever a love team broke up, regardless it's a tandem I followed or not, I would get affected. I hate reading about people breaking up...real or reel people. How shallow is that? I remember 'praying' for Guy and Pip to get back together when I was younger than 10. Today I'm not that affected anymore when movie stars break up [still makes me sad though] but there is still something that affects me and makes me lose sleep sometimes. Football. I started following football a year or so after I got married [ I guess for obvious reasons since hubby likes football]. I knew before that though how big football is here because I had a very good friend who played college football for the Univ of MI. He tried explaining it to me then but it didn't really make that much of an impression to me until I got to live here and saw for myself how much people here like [love?] the game.

From the very beginning there is only one football player I like right off the bat...Peyton Manning. I don't know why but I like his demeanor, well that and he's obviously a very good QB. The odd thing is...I don't watch him play much. Why? Because I get so nervous when he's playing that I literally lose sleep whenever I watch his team lose a game. When he's playing and the husband's watching, I just pop in and out to check on the score. But mind you I would read almost everything I can about the game he played in afterwards to see why they won or lost a game. Pathetic, eh?

I don't know why but I'm just like that. Now if I'm that affected with people I have no affiliation whatsoever,  Imagine how affected I am if it's about someone I know, much more someone I care about. I know I won't be able to change that about me but I'm hoping I can, at least, taper it a little bit because it's not fun at all. It's one of the things I don't like about myself. Seriously. Right now that's what I want/need because I'm sitting here worried [almost] sick to my stomach about something I probably shouldn't be worried about. All I can do for now is....Breathe in....breathe out....breathe in...breathe out...now....



1 comment:

J said...

Hey Tuks, sabi nila worry is the work of the devil. Over the past 2 years, I learned na ang pag wo worry parang I'm on a rocking chair. It's always in motion but it's not taking us anywhere.

Ano vah kasi yan? Iwaglit ang worry okidoki.