Why I Am Going Insane…

I don’t worry. You don’t worry once you’ve reached perfection. Like me. Perfect. Then nothing can go wrong.

Seriously though…. It drives me crazy when people worry so much. That and when people get upset and angry over stuff that they can’t change or do anything about. Just deal with it. I was talking with one of my friends about this last weekend.

Here’s the story:

We were at panda express and we were walking out to my car. While i was trying to get my keys out of my pants my drink fell off my food and hit the ground and exploded everywhere. I said “oops.” got in the car and drove off. Then we started talking about how most people we know would have gotten all bent out of shape over something small like that. Then we had a long awesome conversation about not worrying or getting angry and motorcycles.

It’s lame. I also don’t like it when people just ramble on and on, on other people’s blogs. It’s so disrespectful. Don’t people know that this is Nate’s blog, not theirs? They just need to shut up for a moment and let Nate speak. Come on people.

You completely pinpointed exactly what I couldn’t figure out how to explain. Stressing is soooo the state hobby. It has become a competition to see how full you can fill your plate. Then how stressed out you can get over the full plate that you filled up!! It seems like everytime I talk to friends from Utah our conversations go from person to person each one trying to “out-do” the other with how stressful and busy they are, and when your own story doesn’t compare to the stress/busy level of other’s then you get shot down to the unskilled-untalented-uninvolved-not ambitious-not motivated category of “utahns”. Its almost as if you don’t have to right to ever be stressed about anything if you aren’t spread as thin as everyone else. WTF?!?!
I love being away from all that

All my friends happen to be super stressed all the time, and sometimes it rubs off on me. When I have a lot to do, I tend to get short with people and I’m really not the nicest person. When I get a bad grade, I get really upset…for about 20 minutes. Then I just shrug it off and say, “what can ya do?” I’m learning the art of anti-stress management. One day I walked across campus and smiled at every person I passed. Not one smiled back. It made me really sad. But it’s ok. Because I smiled, and THAT’S what matters.

There’s way too much agreeing on this page. Therefore, I would like to admit to being part of the problem. Will I change? Probably not. I mean, with as busy as I am, and as much stress as I have? I don’t have time to be friendly. Seriously.

We all know that you’re only cool if your uptight, stressed, and better than everyone else. Duh!