I've been very stressed lately. Moving. My parents splitting up (Yes I know I'm an adult and don't live with them anymore. But it's still kind of upsetting.) and the continued existence of The Ex and his moronic girlfriend. Though I had a good chat with The Ex last night at parents evening and have been forced to conclude that perhaps he has actually improved. That or he has morphed from the world's worst liar to the world's best liar. Something I consider unlikely. Not beyond the realms of possibility, but unlikely. Which to be quite frank puts the moronic girlfriend in a worse light. But never mind.
Anyway, I wanted to try and de-stress a bit this morning before I busy myself with more packing. I had one of those de-stress face mask things and thought I'd put that on and sit with my book for a bit. But no, I put the thing on and am suddenly overcome with the urge to start packing immediately. And then I had to have a mini stress about the lack of washing machine, and how I really need to get a white wash on. And then the mask started dripping off my face. That's never happened before. So maybe de-stress is not for me. But I've been wondering for a while at the fact my brain seems to find me extra things to stress about when I'm trying to relax. Even playing a computer isn't relaxing. Most feature decision making. I'm rubbish at making decisions. Oh the stress.
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