Creeping Tendrils

So, as it happens, I've been hanging out with a group of doctors for the past few months and it's kind of making me feel shitty for quitting med school. I don't regret my decision because I know that it is truly not what I wanted once I found out how much life commitment goes into that profession, but I still feel a twinge of doubt to know that I too could be in that sector... Well, there's no looking back, only forward, but that's exactly what's got me up writing at 3:35 am... I'm freaking the fuck out. What do I actually want to do with my life? What am I going to become? And on a minor, completely pointless note, what am I going to get tattooed on my back? Seriously, why am I even thinking about that right now? That's way too many questions for quarter of four when I need to wake up at six. Questions, plus the reflections of today. Plus the normal surge of recollections from my past that are the curse of having a good memory.

Well, now my old enemy Anxiety is deciding to pay me a not-so-lovely midnight visit. She snuck through my open window like a vine, and has been eerily rubbing the back of my neck with one of her tendrils. Damn you Anxiety! Can't you ever come announced, like those behaving, seasonal, calendar-abiding plants? I know when to watch out for them...but you just never can tell with vines. They're always lurking in the shadows, overlooked by everyone until they spy their prey under the half-moonlight, between bedposts, eyes sore from a long day and back weary, craving nothing but deep sleep. That's when Anxiety strikes, exactly when you should be dreaming about your Sunday afternoon and nothing else.

So be it. If you want to get all cuddly in my bed you freak vine, go right ahead. But you better watch out, because one of these days I'm gonna figure out how to murder you in your sleep when you least expect it. And then you'll never be back to haunt me and I can just get a peaceful night's sleep without you or your twin brother Insomnia coming to bother me.