So, before the Easter long weekend my mum and I were talking about our favourite chocolates that we expected to get over the weekend. We have a local national chocolate company, that my mum and myself buy each other for Easter. Making sure we both get at least eggs we both like. Well, my mum got me pjs, that are cute, but not Haighs eggs, lol. I told her my least favourite chocolates are Lindt…Guess what I got all weekend, lol.
Luckily, my partner got me Subway cookies, I got him a doughnut and bought myself Haighs eggs, haha.
Even though it’s already out there, I am going to say next Easter. I really hate Haigh’s chocolate. Knowing full well, whatever is out there, already knows the truth, haha.
After all the real meaning of Easter is family, rebirth, death, chocolate, bunnies, food (haha).
I found out something last night and now I am feeling SO guilty. My baby brother (though he’s a whole person taller than I) lives Interstate. He not only decided that he wanted to come over to our state for his birthday (goodness knows why) Then again the other thing I found out might explain it a bit more. I found out as well that he’s been having mini panic attacks…Now I’m starting to worry that it’s because of myself that he’s starting to have them.
Although I don’t smoke…and I’m not a man
Have I been talking about it too much?
Now my partner is kind of making fun, because both sides of my family have suffered from anxieties. My mums side, mainly the women (as far as I know) around my age have all had issues, BUT, we’ve also “overcome” them. Or at least learned how to cope with them. My Dads side, not so much. They’re all addicts. They’re all still alive though. With numerous health issues, but still here.
I just feel guilty right now. I don’t want to stop from talking about it, but I don’t want to give people anxieties either.
I think that I’m going to buy him a bunch of fruit…Maybe some tea too.
I bought and sent him some fancy tea things with Chamomile.