Stress is that really annoying guy who won't stop following you and always wants to talk to you, even though you talked to him 3 minutes ago. It just talks to talk. Stress won't go away until you finally find a convincing disguise to alleviate his persistent ability to find you.
He always arrives at the worst time possible. It seems as though you're fighting with someone and are in mid-verbiage when he jumps on in and says, "Dude, you comin' to tennis practice today?"
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