I wish I could fix this tendency I have to get overly anxious – not just about things that are happening right now but things that might happen. Bemo and I picked our new apartment mostly on the reccomendation of a co-worker, who seemed fairly enthusiastic about the place. Our visit and walk-through to the apartment had also been pretty favorable, so the place was already high on our list. Today, however, I came across the reviews for the complex on apartmentratings.com and found a whole slew of bad reviews (mostly dating to around 2003-2004). In a bit of a panic, I headed over to her desk and we talked about the stuff mentioned in the reviews. Her experience of the place is still very favorable, barring a few minor quirks (instead of having until the 5th to pay your rent you have until the 2nd), and when I went back and checked for very recent reviews, there were still some bad ones but there were also several more balanced and much more positive ones listed there. I can safely hope that most of these troubles were in the past.
My stomach still persists in being churny, however. All of a sudden my brain is yammering at me about how it’s going to be a mess, nothing will work right, it’ll all be horrible, you’ve screwed up again and now you’ll be miserable. I am a perpetual Chicken Little, lying awake at night wondering when the sky is going to fall.
Anyway. Typing this out has made me feel a bit less clenched, so I will email this to myself for posting later this evening. I just wish the buisness of living was…you know…not quite so goddamn difficult all the time.
My stomach still persists in being churny, however. All of a sudden my brain is yammering at me about how it’s going to be a mess, nothing will work right, it’ll all be horrible, you’ve screwed up again and now you’ll be miserable. I am a perpetual Chicken Little, lying awake at night wondering when the sky is going to fall.
Anyway. Typing this out has made me feel a bit less clenched, so I will email this to myself for posting later this evening. I just wish the buisness of living was…you know…not quite so goddamn difficult all the time.