You know, I must lead a charmed life. I just went around the local shop to buy some cigarettes, and on the way I stopped to stroke a cat. After exactly two seconds of stroking, the cat threw up on my shoe. A really nasted yellow gak. I think it must have been saving it for someone like me. It really heaved it's guts up. I was so stunned I just stood there like an idiot and let it do it. My foot disappeared under a great big pile of cat vomit. I did my best to clean it up, but can you imagine what my office smells like now? And the worst thing is - everyone is so polite that they haven't mentioned it. What do I say? Admit that a cat pumped up over me, or that my hygiene is getting a little lacklustre?
Anyway, that's not why I posted this post but I thought I'd share. What I want to ask is this: Does anyone, when they are really anxious, ever do quite insanely random stuff, just to try and preoccupy their thoughts? I have a, er, friend who does this. I tell, er, him to behave himself, but she rarely listens. He, she, oh sod it - I, get into all kind of scrapes because of that. Because it's my only reliable distraction technique, it's almost become second nature.
Anyway, that's not why I posted this post but I thought I'd share. What I want to ask is this: Does anyone, when they are really anxious, ever do quite insanely random stuff, just to try and preoccupy their thoughts? I have a, er, friend who does this. I tell, er, him to behave himself, but she rarely listens. He, she, oh sod it - I, get into all kind of scrapes because of that. Because it's my only reliable distraction technique, it's almost become second nature.
