I would SO love to give good advice.
…but when I do, no one listens.
My advice about anxiety is this: Never say the “A” word in front of someone in a medical facility who is wearing a white lab jacket.
Call it something that sounds like fun!
- If you hate malls, it’s “A trip to the mall.”
- “I had a workout today,” is better.
- “I’m a bit under the weather,” is all right, if you don’t mention that the weather you’re under is a mile-wide tornado with a hurricane on the side.
<–Five husband’s later, I found (to my horror) that it can be summed up in one meme.
You never know the true face of a person until you’ve tied the knot and find that the rope it’s attached to is either a noose or a mooring.
Same rope…different use.
Sometimes, if you’re lucky, you can live with #1.
If you have the world’s best luck, you don’t live in a country where you have no say over who you marry and you can’t divorce the drunk b@&tard who tries to kill you for having an opinion.
Only engage in debate if you know the person you’re talking to is able to carry on a conversation.
If it’s wearing a mask and carrying a nightstick, it doesn’t intend to listen to anything you have to say that might possibly change it’s mind.
That’s all the advice I have in me today.