Tyrantrum!
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas.
*stomps around making dinosaur hands*
True story: “pretending I am a dinosaur” was my go-to stress response until like … well into university. I still do it sometimes when I’m (alone and) hella stressed.
Mr H has said to me “I can see you making dinosaur hands how stressed *are* you???”
I’m sure my mother got tired right quick of IMMA DINOSAUR I DONT HAVE TOOOOOO *rawr*.
Pretty sure this is something I learned from Calvin and Hobbes, but also I found out years later that the incomparable Allie Brosh (of Hyperbole and a Half) does the same thing as a stress coping mechanism so maybe theres LOTS OF US UNDERCOVER THEROPODS OUT THERE.
*rawr*












