What Was I Saying?

You know you are stressed out when you have ice cream for dinner and are sad about it.

Sailor Mouth lamented about this to me in an e-mail. Having ice cream for dinner, as though it was a bad thing.
I wish I could help her. But I think she is a lot like me and takes some things and makes them worse than they really are. Getting upset about things that really aren't worth getting upset about. I've tried to curb this, but it's hard when you don't even realize that you are doing it. The ways we behave without even realizing it, until someone points it out, can be very unsettling. Especially if you now view yourself as somewhat defective, where as before you thought you were normal. It's hard to change, since most of us don't even know where to start. Self help books? Therapy? A simple conscience effort? How do you go about changing something that's been apart of your makeup for years? Some of it may even be rooted in the way you were raised. Something else most of us don't even recognize about our behavior, even if we say, "That's how I was raised!"
I don't really know where I was going with this post, it was suppose to be about being so stressed out you are sad about having ice cream and it's turned into a study of Freud.
I think I'll stop now.