Screwed.

Allan at age 40

Ok, it's official - I am screwed. Big time. I have more problems than UPCAT.

What's hard is I think a lot. Now, thinking a lot can pose tons of problems, especially in my line of work. If I don't worm out this problem pit I am in right now, I guess I'll be worse than screwed. The word escapes me right now, but it ain't pretty! Waaaah....

If I don't step up right now, the following would likely happen:

1) I can't think straight, which means my work is screwed.

2) Because of the tremendous amount of brain cells I lose while thinking nonsensical things, I would lose my ability to deal with the people here at office. Which means I'll be an asshole, twofolds my usual asshole-ness.

3) Because of my preoccupation, I would not deliver my work properly.

5) I would lose my ability to count correctly.

8) I would lose my job then I'd be too depressed to look for work again.

9) I would be fat and jobless and I would live with my mom until I overcome my clinical depression. I know some people who overcame depression in the span of 10 years. Like Dong Abay. But he is a GOD so I guess a pretty normal guy like myself would take 20 years.

Oh no! Help me! Or am I just a little too praning? Huhu...

Well, so you'd have a little inkling on what I am going through right now, I'll give you a hint. It is a capital P for Parents problem. No, it's not that I am becoming a parent, but you know, parent - parent. Yeah, those two guys who will most likely ruin your life if you don't get out of their grasps early in life. Number two problem is my whim. Yeah, I am too whimsical and I can't do anything about it.

Now, that two are my problem. And it is somehow connected. If I am pretty vague on this post it is maybe because I am hiding it right now. But I know it will blow up and consume me and I'd die earlier than what is destined.

Help! I need serious help!