At heart, at least. I never realized the Brits were so stressed. I like to imagine them living in this trendy, worry-free existence where they drink beer at lunch and take afternoon siestas. But after surfing the net, it seems I’m completely disconnected once again.
This is just one of the many blurbs I stumbled upon about the the high level of anxiety in the UK:
If, however, you are today so highly strung that you are losing your grip, then you can feel happily at one with the times. And if you were stranded at Heathrow in the fog and have only just emerged from a full-blown anxiety attack, you can consider yourself a true Brit.
I like their way of thinking—“happily at one with the times,” “a true Brit.” That’s what I call positive thinking. Lax drug laws, free health care, good beer—London here I come.
2 comments:
I guess this is why theres so many benzophobes in the UK. Like this quack http://www.benzo.org.uk/
Wow! That guy has way too much time on his hands. But, the Benzopoly game was fun, (in a weird kind of way).
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