"Damn, I can't believe it's been over a year since I first chattered at you four. Hate to bring the mood down now, but I need some serious advice. My anxiety disorder has been revving through the roof lately, and I have a horribly bad habit of sleeping all of this nervousness away. This won't be an option once I start my new semester here in the next few days. What are the best ways you all deal with anxiety?"
Michael and Sam were looking at each other wearing smiles and Sam was trying not to laugh as he chewed on a piece of toast. The Frog’s sat next to them, staring straight across the table with unbreakable faces. A few seconds of contemplation went by before Edgar slammed his hand down, stirring the silverware and making it clank. In fact the entire table shook and Sam scoffed, but he didn’t say anything.
“You need some hand to hand combat training,” Edgar declared. “That’ll take your mind off things.”
Alan nodded in agreement. He picked up his fork and stabbed the center of his egg, causing the creamy, orange yolk to run down the sides, all without batting an eyelash. It would have appeared that Sama was on some kind of trial rather than getting useful advice.
“How bout a bubble bath?” Sam asked. “Yeah. See you get the water real warm and sudsy, and then you turn on your favorite song and sing your heart out, ha ha!”
“Or music in a dark room,” Michael suggested. “Sometimes that helps, unless you’re learning to fly.” He looked back at his little brother and started to chuckle again. Sure it was funny now and they could both laugh, but at the time, when he hit the ceiling, it wasn’t. “We decided to take this question,” he admitted, “Because we all know the vampires don’t have a problem with anxiety. Hope you don’t mind.”
