Stress Factor

Stress Factor

Nothing makes me more tense than having someone repeatedly tell me to relax.

I keep trying to impart this bit of information to H.E., but sometimes he’s so busy telling me to relax that I start to freak out and insist, “I’m relaxed! I’m relaxed already!”

Yeah, and of course I have tension in my voice as I try to convince him that I’m fine and I don’t need to be told to chill, but the tension only prompts him to pipe up with, “Just relax! You don’t need to stress out.”

…which of course totally freaks me out even more. “Quit telling me to relax. You’re adding to my stress!”

Freakish, how it all turns out.

I’ll call him up to unload a little so I can get things off of my chest and relax, and after all the white noise and feedback of the Relax-I’m-Relaxed loop, I end up feeling more tense than when I first picked up the phone.

Where the hell is the mute button on these alien creatures called men anyway?

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