voyeur
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We must all have them!
I'll be brutally honest and admit that I cope with the living hell of the playoffs by trying to convince myself that winning them is not really that important, in the grand scheme of things, worse things happen at sea, etc. I try to pretend it's just another game, and that there are more important things in my life, it'll be nice if we win, but it's not the be all and end all. I'll do all this while experiencing hypertension at a level where I feel my life is seriously at risk. I might die.
If I'm watching on tv I'll make a brew when the anxiety starts to get too much. I'll talk too much, I'll try to laugh at things. I might say a prayer in the kitchen to the god of lower league football, asking for deliverance, and a period in the championship. Prior to 2007 it was all too much, and that promotion did make everything since seem a little less critical. Didn't it? And we've had our moment in the sun, in 2010, and all that has reduced the desperate need we had for something good to happen for several decades. We haven't always been shit, we wowed the world for a few weeks...
But I'm already feeling my whole being beginning to struggle for oxygen and my mind is trying to rationalise what is about to happen, I'm pseudo meditating to try to stop it destroying my peace entirely, as a group of lads prepare to boot a ball about on my behalf. There'll be no calm for at least 2 weeks.
Do you have any coping strategies? Does anything work?
I'll be brutally honest and admit that I cope with the living hell of the playoffs by trying to convince myself that winning them is not really that important, in the grand scheme of things, worse things happen at sea, etc. I try to pretend it's just another game, and that there are more important things in my life, it'll be nice if we win, but it's not the be all and end all. I'll do all this while experiencing hypertension at a level where I feel my life is seriously at risk. I might die.
If I'm watching on tv I'll make a brew when the anxiety starts to get too much. I'll talk too much, I'll try to laugh at things. I might say a prayer in the kitchen to the god of lower league football, asking for deliverance, and a period in the championship. Prior to 2007 it was all too much, and that promotion did make everything since seem a little less critical. Didn't it? And we've had our moment in the sun, in 2010, and all that has reduced the desperate need we had for something good to happen for several decades. We haven't always been shit, we wowed the world for a few weeks...
But I'm already feeling my whole being beginning to struggle for oxygen and my mind is trying to rationalise what is about to happen, I'm pseudo meditating to try to stop it destroying my peace entirely, as a group of lads prepare to boot a ball about on my behalf. There'll be no calm for at least 2 weeks.
Do you have any coping strategies? Does anything work?