Stress Factor 10
That bit at the start of the Michael Douglas film ‘Falling Down’, where he’s sitting in traffic and everything just gets too much and he flips out and leaves his car right there on the road, that’s often how I feel. I’d like to think that I am capable of stopping myself from going on the rampage, but the truth is that we all have our breaking point, and every now and again something pushes us over it – small annoying children and murderous heat in the film, a combination fit to do anyone in I think you’ll agree – so who knows what we’d do if someone or something pushed us further than we’d ever gone before.
The thing is, stress doesn’t have to be a bad thing, does it? Look at people like Sir Alan Sugar, they’re stressed out of their weathered old minds but they get stuff done, don’t they? I suppose you can deal with it in two ways: either harness the power of it to do things (in the film Michael Douglas’s character harnesses it to combat criminals and beat the crap out of villains) or let it harness you in to a quivering wreck incapable of tying its own shoelaces.
I’ve never been good at harnessing solely in either direction. When I worked at a dvd duplication factory my boss used to say I was like a siamese twin but without the twin. I tend to half harness in both, you see, which means that one second I seem superhuman in my ability to be astute, and the next I’m as indecisive as a girl who really loves shoes in a shoe shop psychologically designed to play on ever shoe fantasy she has ever experienced.
But what the hell, I suppose I might learn.
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