As I have learned from this morning, when someone experiences an anxiety attack, all of their fears are physically expressed by their body. Anxiety attacks are pretty high up on the list of things children never wish to see their parents experience, along with crying and fighting. Something pulls their young heartstrings and causes quivering chins and teary eyes. In such a weakened state, their parents may accidentally let slip all their fears and unfinished tasks, which, to the child, equals I'm dying and I won't be able to take care of you. Especially when this happens to your seventeen year-old self, just as you are about to go to school, you forget that you are almost an adult. Instead, you wish that mommy will come back and tell you that she's fine and make the big bads go away. Like she always did. Like she always does. In the end though, you realize that you have to respond to the EMT and take care of younger siblings. And you just wish to be taken to the Sixth Station.
And other things. Hammurabi's for my etymology paper. The other things are for my friends. It's my genius fault, really. I REALLY want to make a parallel between the hit show Friends and my, well, friends. But we soon realized that the pool of characters wasn't enough to cover all of our friends. So, we started collecting more characters from TV show, cartoons, movies, books. Maybe what we need is our own original series. Too bad we don't have an objective third person to use as a narration device. I, as challenged by one of the said friends, will simply serve as the writer for now (let's ignore all of my emotional, delusional. and hormonal baggage that all of my imaginary audience is familiar with from previous posts). Let's start off with the easy ones... _____________________________________________________________________________ Coach Coach - Nick Kent if you're well-versed in the world of sports blogs - as I like to call him, has been a class...
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