Everyone knows that person who could not take the pressure, and literally went crazy, at least temporarily. I know too--two of them, and I am not even counting myself.
I have had two 'nervous breakdowns', both of which have been rather short. The first time was in grade 10, when a month of erratic sleeping and eating habits, and lots of pressure took their toll on me, and I --how do I put it in a good way--'got confused' for a few hours. Of course, they were 'few hours' from my point of view--what I thought were a few hours had apparently been 2 days for everyone else. I was fortunate I was not seen as 'that type' before that--I later found out that many had suspected I was high on powerful hallucinogens before finding out it was --well, me.
The second time happened a week ago. It was not a breakdown per sé. I was attending a presentation when everything suddenly went blur, my upper body(including torso, head and arms) numbed down, and I literally lost my speech. Whenever I tried to speak, only random vowels and consonants would come out, a feeling I am sure only pre-nursery kids experience normally. My speech was almost beyond my control. I assumed my 'pressure had gone down, so I ate the saltiest and the spiciest stuff I could find, and I was back to normal in half an hour. Apparently, my absurd eating habits had messed up my digestive system, which was warning me to get a regular meal timetable or else--.
Anyways, the lesson is-- eat well, or go crazy. Also, never ever ever anger me 'coz I may go HULK ANGRY! HULK DESTROY! HULK CRAZY! on you, and trust me, that's a possibility. So, get me a big mug of milk and cashew-flavored Good-Day biscuit. No, I don't care what you are doing right now. Listen, my pressure's rising, you don't want me to get angry, do you? I DONT CARE! RIIGHT NOW, I SAID!
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