I am stressed. I don't remember the last time I was this stressed (I think it was in high school when I had a 30-something page paper that I hadn't really begun researching due in, like, 24 hours). Over the years, I have had so much stress for such long periods that I have gotten used to stress. So much so, that I don't even realize that I am stressed (or becoming stressed) until I am overwhelmingly so. Stress has become part of my life to the point that not being stressed makes me stress. When I don't have a recognizable stressor in front of me, I stress that I am forgetting something I should be stressing over. I hardly recognize most stress, most stress I can (and do) easily handle. When I don't have anything to stress over, I rarely know what to do with myself.
I know I bring a lot on myself. My time management skills are not up to par which is frustrating (and therefore stressful). I also think I may take too much on at a time, but what can I say, I like stress.
I am stressed. I am God's-going-to-handle-this-because-I-know-there-is-no-way-on-earth-in-heaven-or-any-of-the-known-universe-that-I-can-come-anywhere-close-stressed.
and, yes, stress such as this brings out the hyperbole in me
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