Nervous Nelly: Negative Nelly’s ugly cousin
March 6, 2008 by smack
OMG. And I don’t say OMG. I just almost did the most… ok hang on. I DID the most embarrassing thing. I SWORE I would never never never be a nervous wreck like my mom. I love her, I love her like my mother, but the woman is undiagnosed. Gentlest, kindest, sweetest woman on earth. But sheltered + anxiety multiplied by too much snack versions of the news and opinions of rednecks = fear of everything. So i always try to weigh things, breathe, count to ten, think clearly, think again. Think again.
Tonight, I had an almost flip out. I had a stalk down the street in pajamas freak of the week out. Factor left for the gym at 7:00PM. Tonight is LOST, so I knew he’d be back in time for it. Couple this with him returning early from the gym on Monday because he had a pain in his head while lifting heavy weights. He said “I felt like I had a stroke.” So have that echoing in my head. no really, have that in the background as you read the rest of this. We hit 8:00PM. K, one hour at the gym. He’s usually back around 8:20, and not because I’m keeping tabs, but because factor is VERY punctual about VERY odd things in his life. Like sleep. He starts falling asleep no matter what at 11PM. But moving on. 9:00PM. I start thinking that it’s weird that he’s not back sweating about LOST. I then REALLY get worried because he’s anal about LOST. I start thinking it’s not good that he doesn’t bring his phone to the gym. 9:48 hits and I’m not joking, this is the second time in 4 days I have actually done the criss cross apple sauce, talk to god cuz he’s the boss pray thing. I said, in my head “please don’t take him from me.”
I was genuinely concerned out of my mind, but also nervous about looking like… a nervous freak of nature. I promised myself that braless and illdressed for the weather, my ass was walking to bloody Crunch to see if my boyfriend was working out gurney style. I happened to walk into the kitchen to practice breathing exercises when I glanced at the calendar and realized 2 semi-frantic phone calls and a text or two later…
He’s at dodgeball tonight.
First - you guys watch Lost?! We need to start holding blog discussions about the show.
Second - I think its nice that you worry! Had you gone so far as to call 911, then you could say you went overboard. You’re fine.
I would have worried too. I’m glad he’s fine, but he seriously needs to prioritize!!! How can Dodgeball trump LOST?!?!?! Seriously!!
It’s ok everyone, if I miss Lost for Dodgeball I watch it first thing in the morning when I get to work. Like I’m going to do actual work before 11am.
What is Ben going to do???!
I was drawn in by the blog title, given that I’m horrifyingly anxious all the time, and truly hate it. Then I was going to fight you because I thought you were talking about my mom. Then I was going to fight you because I thought you were talking about my husband, who “snapped” something in his head while lifting at the gym, and who I spent a week with wondering if he was going to die of an aneurysm or a popped blood vessel (went the acupuncture route - we’re in San Francisco afterall). Then I noticed you watched LOST, and thought all might be ok - maybe we can just dance-battle it out or something.
I’m still worried about our relationship, you and I kmiffitt… because I watch LOST as a hostile witness. Get you dancin’ shoes out
Hi everyone. I don’t really get this blog. What’s the actual idea? Maybe this is due to the fact that I am Swedish. Of course I have a mother like yours but I’m not sure it helps my understanding of this Nervous Nelly. Anyway I like yhe painting on top. Might be something for my album cover. Have a nice Sunday everyone.
Sincerely,
Göran, Gothenburg - Sweden
ps I never watch LOST. Is it worth watching or just like most tv shows - a waste of time? ds
Just glad you’re here. And if you use the image I photographed and posted, I expect to be compensated. Or at least given a photo credit. Have a day!