Charles P. Wiggins the Third Turns Out to Be a Stress Eater

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Once upon a time there was Charles.

Charles P. Wiggins the ThirdHe was a simple man. Kind. Humble. A real stand-up fellow.

He lived a normal life, basically drama free and productive (insofar as any stick figure’s live can be productive, that is).

But something was missing.

20111204-213639.jpgAll Charles’s life he’d used college as his penultimate goal: the one place where his potential would be filled, his future realized, his dreams come true.

20111204-213647.jpgAnd it’s true that earning that degree was a gratifying experience; and he did learn a lot throughout it all. But still he found himself, upon graduation, just the tiniest bit lost. Unsettled. Confused. Without the regular deadlines of finals and semesters’ end, he felt there was so very little left to shoot for.

Even worse was that college didn’t really illuminate his purpose in life like he’d always pictured it would.

20111204-213653.jpgIt taught him that he liked to write (especially that he liked to write about how stressful college was), but once he left with his degree his life just seemed so dull. Inspiration, once so everywhere, fled. His notebooks sat dustier daily, their empty lines a constant reminder of how little he actually was.

20111204-213715.jpgHe knew he wanted to write—knew he needed to write—something that would change the world. He could picture his book. He could picture the cover, the design, the perfect way it would convert to e-reader form… He just couldn’t picture what it would say.

He began to worry. As the days trudged on, and his life remained stagnant, he stressed over the unwritten words. Over his unpublished and unpublishable life.

20111204-213659.jpgHe couldn’t sleep. The ceiling fan mocked him.

20111204-213735.jpgHe had bloody noses daily. Anxiety-induced.

20111204-213705.jpgHe pictured himself thirty years later, a middle-aged man barista (baristo?) still living with his mother and cats.

He took to stress eating.

20111204-213722.jpgWhich got him worried about cavities and dental issues.


It also made him constipated.

Which didn’t help the situation at all.

Things were not looking good for poor Charles P. Wiggins the Third…

Not good at all.

He was cracking up.


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2 Responses to Charles P. Wiggins the Third Turns Out to Be a Stress Eater

  1. chelsie says:

    I feel like you just depicted my life since the undergrad degree! Love it!

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