I hate panic attacks. As I grow older and (hopefully) wiser, I begin to have less of them. Still, when I have one, I feel mixed emotions so intense that I can't seem to think.

Yesterday, after attending a book discussion (written by a dear friend of mine), my partner and I was stuck in the parking lot. Turned out that a congregation of some kind happened to have a meeting in the adjoining building. Many people seemed to think that any space available could be used as a parking lot, and that they could just park anywhere with hand brakes on.

I was so stressed that I almost threw up. It was about six PM, and it was believed that the meeting could last till 8 or 9 PM. I was tired, hungry, thirsty. I closed my eyes inside the car, trying to calm myself.

Thank Goodness, after waiting for about half an hour the owner of the car that blocked our Kenaz came. isman and I could finally leave the place.

I could keep my emotions under control.

I have grown up, after all...