A country kid, working on raising chickens, knitting, caring for my home, and just generally watching the world go by.
Showing posts with label Nerves.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nerves.. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Jelly in the Belly? Noooo...
I don't know if anyone else uses this term, "Jelly" for nervousness? In high school some of my friends would say they were "jelly-legged", or had felt like they had eaten jelly (or something) and it had soured.
I have never felt 'jelly' when I am nervous.
Fear, on occasion, like when I was on the high dive, trying to get my courage up, and the (censored) coach threw me in. I screamed all the way down, took in water, and barely made it back to the edge of the pool. Then I wouldn't go on the high dive, and she just couldn't understand why. Can't to this day. Now that is jelly legs. I even look at a high dive and start to shake.
But nerves? No jelly. I can be as cool as a cucumber. (Well, except for the turning even whiter than my usually fair skin. I keep thinking if I get much whiter, I might just go invisible one of these days...) But I get a ROCK in my belly. Not butterflies, not jelly, but a solid mass, that feels like I ate a medicine ball.
I had an interview yesterday. It was in front of more than a dozen or so people, and I hate with a passion speaking in front of people. I dislike almost as much talking about myself. Blogging is fine, but speaking just about tears me up. (No, I don't do well in job interviews, without an extensive amount of practice in the days before... Something tells me I wouldn't do so well in sales.)
So, I had to do both. Thankfully, I didn't have to stand, or I might have probably thrown up... Gotta get rid of the medicine ball somehow...
And oh, joy, the ball was right there in my gut. I was dry mouthed, squeaked a couple times when I talked, and when I was challenged once, I nearly lost any thread of thought to respond. I did manage to, and might have even sounded coherent. I hope, anyway. And through it all, I didn't shake, no jelly.
Odd, the terms we use for slang, yes? I guess with slang, your mileage may vary...
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