Being sick is gross. The stuffy nose, the excessive sweating, the achy joints and muscles, just eww. But perhaps the worst parts of being sick are the diziness and the nausea. Like it's bad enough your head is swirling and throbbing, having your innards on washing machine mode just adds insult to injury. Heaven forbid you vomit. I hate the fact that being sick has the power to mess up a person's whole outlook on themselves as well as others.When ones health is up to par good energy is spread from within that person to everyone around them. I see that as an overall delight. But when some poor unlucky individual is under the weather and miserable the best thing to do would just be move right out of the way. Less for the sake of contagiousness and more due to the power of transference of emotions. Now overall, I would consider myself a decent human being but when sick, the me people have come to love is hardly present. Physical pain is enough to make Mother Teresa evil. Like the saying saying goes "Misery loves company" so unless prepared to be in dreadful dreary company,steer clear. In all truth, I do believe there is an important justification as to why people get sick. And even though I don't know exactly what that justification is I, believe that without getting sick people wouldn't appreciate would being well feels like. Sickness is imperative for the dynamic of life I guess. Or at least I hope so cause this feeling like crap for no divine reason thing, is not going to work for me. Not even a little bit.
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