The Freak Out
Ok, crisis has been averted but I need to stop with the panic attacks. I had not had one for about a year but last weekend I just lost it. I had somewhat of an excuse, I pulled a muscle in my back from working out (my one and only New Years resolution) and I had a bad tummy ache which obviusly didn't do wonders for my mood. Adam's friend had given us her tickets to see 42nd St. in Providence because of some other obligation (the show rocked by the way) and so I wasn't going to say I didn't feel well enough to go out. Well, for some reason, I brought my ID in a quasi-wallet thing and the ID fell out on the way into the theater. Right before we took out seats, I saw the that the front plastic pocker was empty. It was just too much, I started to say Oh, no over and over and I made Adam search the streets with me. Luckily, we found it right away, but Adam was way freaked out by the way I handled the situation. I swore to him that my reaction was magnified because of how lousy I was feeling but it took me an hour to convince him that I was telling the truth. I love him but military people have little tolerance for the irrational. But, he hasn't met most of my family yet! They're the poster family for irrational. Obviously, some of it was gonna rub off on me!