Since everyone liked the idea of drunkenness as a coping method, this week, I shall share with you a stress management tactic I actually practice.
Stuffed Toys. Fabulous things, in their own right. I happen to own a (small) collection named after Patristic theologians, but that’s another story.1
The newest addition to my collection is a fluffy puppy by the name of Wulfstan. He lacks the fearsome expression you might expect, but is a satisfyingly floppy creature. He can be picked up and shaken in frustration; his limbs can be twisted around and his stomach squeezed, as one would a stress ball; he can be hurled across the room in moments of great distress; he will lie on top of piles of books and guard them devotedly; he will listen intently to the most boring study related monologue; he will maintain his expression of eternal floppy optimism in the fase of all crises; he can be shoved in a handbag and taken on another tedious trip to the library; and in addition to all this, he is fluffy and soothing to stroke.
Best of all, being a stuffed toy, he is unlikely (and really, unable) to object to being the object of re-directed Thesis Angst. This is a saintly quality not possessed by the general public around one.
Accordingly, I recommend everyone invest a stuffed toy or two with the spirit of their academic work.
1. Well, a pair. But I’m working on it.