“if you’re not shaking, you need more coffee.” ~ a smart dude

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Yello Peeps,

 

Those who know me can probably confirm that I am very….in touch with my emotions. I’ve mentioned before that I am a crier when it comes to movies, or the time I bombarded a guy with insulting memes for asking to be friends with benefits. And usually, this part of my personality gives me what I like to think can be considered a bit of quirkiness.

wait, I thought this was about quirkiness… come on, it’s not all bad… I’ll just stop now.

 

The danger really only starts when even I can’t decide what to feel. Yes, torn between emotions. Ripped in two. Confused.

This doesn’t happen very often, and yet, recently, I have not been able to escape the spiral of doom that is my feels. Don’t worry, nothing tragic has happened (*paparazzi scurry away disappointedly*). But some of you may remember a post I made a lonnnng time ago (voilà le fabulous post), about how I need to be stressed, or I won’t feel productive.

Ahem.

“I regret nothing.” ~ defiant bird

It has happened.

I took on a ton of projects, procrastinated on all of them, and am now in hyper-adrenaline mode, on a permanent caffeine-induced high, pulling all-nighters left and right,

AND IT IS AWESOME.

i can see sounds

Basically,  I have next to zero time to do anything but work, so I constantly feel like the most productive, achieving Penny I could possibly be, and I end up getting eight hours of work done without even noticing how the time has flown. Oh the joy, the ecstasy, the loveliness of life! The happiness is endlesssssssssssss.

However, this all comes with a down-side.

The lows.

I’m talking about in-between-Starbucks phases when the weight of my responsibilities suddenly slaps me in the face and I end up having hysterical fits of crying on the carpet in my room or taking desperate five-second naps in the bathroom.

It’s that bad.

Of course, sometimes I just zone out and realize after ten minutes that the wall isn’t my top priority at the moment. But you get the picture. I’m sure I’ll survive.

 

Do you think there’s such thing as acute bipolarity? Let me know in the comment section…

Also, I’d love to know if I’m really the only one that does this :P

 

Cheers,

Penny

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6 responses »

  1. Sounds like good prep for employment. One whiff of your belastbarkeit and the impossible becomes their norm for you. I too get more done that way, or get less done when it’s only one thing to do. Except for those getting canned, it’s a business maxim for applied to the minions. Reminds me of Seinfeld asking for MAXIMUM Strength pain relief. Death dosage scaled back one notch, that’s what I’ll have, please.

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