Funny Messy Life

   I can never seem to make people understand that keeping busy is the way I rest. People see me staying busy and because they, themselves, are happy to spend time in front of Netflix, they think that’s the way everybody out to chill. “You need to take time to rest, Michael.” You’re going to kill yourself working so hard. You don’t always have to be doing something.”    And that’s where they err. I DO always have to be doing something because if I’m not, chances are my heart rate is up, I’m filled with anxiety, and I’m about to explode. My blood sugar raises to DEFCON 80 if I spend too much time idly watching TV that’s not something that teaches me “How-To” do a thing. My blood sugar goes up because I’m an emotional eater. And also, I have the palette of a four-year-old, so I go looking for Oreos or anything with milk chocolate in it. My hands HAVE to be doing something, so if I’m lying in the bed watching The Mentalist, I’ll unconsciously occupy them by frequently dipping my fingers in a jar filled from one