So let's think for a minute about stress.
Has it been a minute?
My thought is that I don't deserve to be suffering from stress. How can I be feeling stress, when my country is not suffering from catastrophic famine? My family is healthy. I have a good job that pays the bills on time. I am happily married. I am a member of the dominant race, religion, and sexual orientation in my neighborhood. My accent matches their accent. My life is a model of middle class harmony. There is something selfish and deranged about a woman who suffers stress related gum disease while living such a life.
And yet the gums are swollen.
I need a therapist. (Oh, and still looking for a good hairdresser, too.)
1 comment:
Yeah, I hear you. My life's pretty sweet too, but I get stressed (however no swollen gums as of yet). Maybe that's our 21-st century plague? Like locusts? Frogs? Instead we get Stressed. We need Charlton Heston and his wild hair and tall staff.
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