You know, when I was younger, I think sheer enthusiasm kept me healthy. They say, don't they, that the mind and body are connected - is it possible that simply enjoying life is the best way to avoid illness? Could it be that a constant stream of 'happy' chemicals flowing through your system might be enough to fight off those viruses and pathogens that render grumpy people bed-bound?
I'm not suggesting that bed-bound people got there because they were grumpy by the way! Oh my, I'm not suggesting that at all; I'm just wondering if there is a connection between emotional and physical health, buried beneath all the complexities of human physiology. Laughter's a good medicine, but I doubt that it's always necessarily the best.
I dragged myself to work, munching an apple and sniffling. I love an apple, and they used to say that an apple a day kept the doctor away. There's cyanide in the pips though, so you know, everything in moderation. I slumped into my chair, hoping I wouldn't have to talk to people as my throat felt like a cactus and my eyes were burning red with irascible rage. Just focus on the screen and type.
Sheer enthusiasm. I just felt happy and safe back then, I think - and I had a youthful optimism about the world. I never missed a lecture and I only ever had one day off school (comically, it was the day I was awarded a 100% attendance certificate). I was a lot of things that I sometimes feel like I've forgotten about. Somehow, life became more queue than roller-coaster.
Work was followed by choir, which I struggled through and then came home from. I exerted all my energy in trying to make choir practice as much fun as it could possibly have been but it was massively hard work, conducting tonight. Plus, I made a joke which no-one got and found myself laughing alone in front of a group of blank faces.
"You need to go home and get some rest," said someone, kindly. I nodded.
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