BLACK AND BLUE BOOK 3
His ears started thumping, blood pumped through his body faster and faster as his heart raced and pulse quickened. His heart could not keep pace and began skipping beats. The palpitations began and he began hyperventilating.
Then the white noise hit his ears, he snorted sharply through his nose, closed his eyes and ordered his brain to order his body to stop acting like he was still a hormonal prepubescent. His hear slowed and his breathing relaxed. The tightness in his chest was released. All that was left was the awful nausea. His stomach felt awful he had, what some moronic half-wit phrase-maker, would call butterflies in his stomach in addition to his light headed feeling.
“What was that?” he thought. Why does it happen every single time. He was so disappointed in himself. That sort of physical reaction to emotional stimuli was, he was certain, not very manly. A manly man’s heart should only race in the midst of battle or some other sort strenuous physical activity like playing football or dance dance revolution.
He shouted into space “It can’t go on like this. I’m miserable. I can’t focus. Oh no, oh no here it comes again”. He dropped to his knees. Nauseous and exhausted he wanted to die.
