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Many millions of people scour the web looking for the mysterious answer to anxiety, it is lurking some where, someone must know, and if they don’t, well, I’ll just click on the next webpage until I find something. Call me arrogant but I cracked it, quite a long time ago in fact, and not only is it a solution to anxiety, but it is a solution to many things.
In 2007 I went to university in London and I lived in a tower block student house. It was a modern, and sleek new building so the communal kitchen had full length mirrors, floor to ceiling, seemingly because the architect discovered no one wants privacy in the future. One day whilst cooking my student staple of Rahman noodles, I notice people waving at me from the ground. This was a surprise because being from the north many people had told me how rude Londoners were, yet there I was just making lunch and I’ve got strangers waving at me from the street. So I waved back and showed that northern spirit.
Turns out there was a raging fire on the floor above and their pleas were not a friendly ‘Hey! Enjoy those noodles! We are your new neighbours!’ but more of a ‘Get the
fuck* hell out of your building you’re going to die’ sort of plea.
As it happens, I didn’t die. But there was a raging fire and, having never been faced with such a situation before I did what any 90s boy would do, and that is channel their Pokemon logic: water beats fire all day long, vis-à-vis have a shower – obvious.
That has pretty much been my modus operandi ever since. I don’t mean to infer that I am regularly in house fires, I just mean that whenever I am in trouble mentally I head for the shower. I can highly recommended showering for spikes of anxiety but also, and probably more so, for general hygiene. Two birds with one stone as they say.
Today’s spike was not a mental health related spike, but another sporting spike. I was conscious all day of the cup weekend for football* as well as a big night of boxing. Formula 1 qualifying was on but I’ve managed to remove myself from the wrenches of anxiety where that is concerned. I’ve almost achieved this divorce with football as well, but boxing remains a danger zone for anxiety.
Kell Brook was fighting Errol Spence and lost, the loss is ok – well for me, for Kell it was probably more devastating. The event though was too much for me, so I had what can only be described as a thorough cleaning experience. The anxiety does disappear for the duration of the shower but the shower just never lasts long enough. Oh well, at least I am now the best smelling person in continental Europe.
*Trying to improve my language on the blog.
*FA Cup, German Cup and Cope Del Rey.