Calm...?

I'm not, by nature, a calm and collected girl. Nothing skitters me out more than changes in my life, and nothing skitters me even MORE than feeling stagnant. Cute Boyfriend has been admirably good at handling this:

Me: So I'm really happy with everything right now except my job and I really like you cute boyfriend like I like you and puppy and kattin and apartment and look I cleaned the bathroom and did laundry too!

Cute Boyf: That's great, Jady

Me: ohmygod but if you're not happy I'm sorry I said i was and you know you don't have to come hang out as much if you have things to do but i love you coming over here and I love you but that's not the issue you should just let me know if you need anything and I'll help or if you like need space or something that's cool too ok ok just let me know

Cute Boyf: Love you too. I'm good

Me: ok ok good just let me know and I love you too and are you sure you're happy because i could go do something like change the lights to a nice yellow glowing bulb or maybe you want to go to a movie or we could rent one if you're bored OMG k but I'm happy so we don't have to

Cute Boyf: Jady. I'm good. Calm down.

*kisses*

Me: but if anything changes you just let me *breathing at the speed of crazy*

Cute Boyf: Calm down.

Me: *squeak* k....


You really must give him kudos. I'm getting better at handling things...better by comparison to my biz-zonkers mindset of every problem automatically triggering the 'good lord I'm going to die and fail and everyone hates me' neon lobe of my brain. My brain screams at me less...it's closer to a flourescent glowing-hum now.