I'm
preaching
to
the
choir
when
I
begin
a
post
by
saying
that
suffering
from
constant,
debilitating,
and
usually
totally
arbitrary
anxiety
is
awful,
but
it
most
certainly
has
its
hilarious
moments.
In
fact,
finding
silver
linings
becomes
a
sort
of
talent;
the
harder
we
suffer,
the
more
amusement
and
enjoyment
we
get
out
of
the
tiny
details
in
life
that
most
others
overlook.
I
don't
know
if
that's
a
common
thread
or
not,
but
at
any
rate,
that's
been
my
experience
over
the
past
ten
or
twelve
years.
So
if
you
have
a
poor
stomach
for
"grossness"
and/or
an
inability
to
laugh
at
yourself,
proceed
no
further!
The
rest
of
this
post
is
gross
and
hilarious
at
the
same
time.
The
night
before
last,
I
sat
down
with
two
of
my
very
best
friends
to
watch
a
movie.
It
wasn't
the
sort
of
movie
you'd
usually
watch
after
a
few
drinks/before
going
to
bed,
but
we
watched
it
anyway.
It
was
a
Japanese
flick
about
dealing
with
Death
(I"m
going
to
caplitalise
that
word
for
as
long
as
I'm
living,
sorry-
thanks
to
OCD).
I
had
a
brief
breakdown
after
watching
that
film
with
my
friend
(my
*best*
friend/roommate;
etc.),
but-
without
going
into
intricate
detail,
-
I
overcame
it
with
the
help
of
talking
to
him
when
I
needed
to.
