Our old friend Anxiety seems to stepped aside to make way for our new pesky pal….PANIC! The only fun part about this predicament is where anxiety felt isolating and shaming; panic is infinitely shareable. Panic isn’t insidious – it can be very dramatic. Almost fun? Let’s make it fun. I mean, I’m not being dramatic but….
I’m not being dramatic, but Downing Street has hosted more parties in the last two years than I’ve been to in my entire life.
I’m not being dramatic, but I haven’t slept for more than two hours straight since Geri left the Spice Girls.
I’m not being dramatic, but I’m starting to think summer is just a concept I picked up from a Disney film that doesn’t exist in real life.
I’m not being dramatic, but I’m so hungover my hair hurts.
I’m not being dramatic, but I if I don’t find a parking space in the next four minutes, I’m going to have to kill one of you.
I’m not being dramatic, but I think I can hear the gluten expanding in my stomach from that bread I just ate by mistake.
I’m not being dramatic, but I didn’t salute a magpie I saw this morning so don’t sit next to me or you’ll absorb the curse too.
I’m not being dramatic, but if I don’t go on holiday soon I think I might die.
I’m not being dramatic, but River Phoenix died in 1993 and I have not been able to trust men since.
I’m not being dramatic, but I think I heard my leg hair screaming when I shaved.
I’m not being dramatic, but I wrote with a pen today and now my hand has fallen off.
I’m not being dramatic, but I think WhatsApp has been reading my diary.
I’m not being dramatic, but I don’t get at least one effing Wordle right, I will be resigning from the human race to live in solitude as a crab in the North Sea.
I’m not being dramatic, but if Pamela Anderson went up against Lily James as Pamela Anderson in a Pamela Anderson lookalike contest, she would come second.
