KW 03/23

Why is it that…? A panic attack always strikes where you are least likely to be with a helping hand. On average around 3 o’clock in the morning, preferably on weekends or public holidays, when everybody at sight has left the building in exchange for a more spectacular venue…but ME.
I consider this as particularly unfair, as I feel the panic attack chose this time slot deliberately. Its almost as if I know… no, I am actually certain: It handpicked this particular time (months ahead) to make the most of it and get the best possible deal. 
I can picture it right in front of me…sitting there / just split seconds after its departure, (while I'm still breathing into a brown paper bag) already browsing the web for its next trip, checking out it's favorite platform: bodies.com
It scrolls and crawls for hours..just to finally rebook its next vacation with (Surprise!) ME. 
I mean, who can blame it? I'd probably do the same. Who would decline an offer like this? Just consider the ad: (bold letters flashing) No strings attached! Renowned HOST (in his own field) offers exclusive holiday with access to all areas. No risk - just FUN!!! Tons of it! And to top it all off: it's for FREE! To good to be true? Well..that's why it's called a perfect holiday.