Jesus am I stressed, or How I deal with stress

Yeah, I'm seriously stressed. Usually, I just think about happy thoughts and stuff like "I can't get through this, I always do!" and that usually works. I'm doing that right now, and I think it's working. I think distraction is really the best medicine for stress. But not unhealthy distraction—I mean doing the things you need to do, but not thinking about doing them. Or rather, not worrying about the outcome, and instead preparing the best you possibly can. Like today, I watched Spiderman, the one from 2002, just because I wanted to. And while I was doing that, I got stuff done; stuff that I probably wouldn't have gotten done if I was fretting about what would happen if I didn't do those things. I don't really know what the moral of that story was, but there you have it. Watch more Spiderman or something.
Perhaps I'm not normal in that I can just clear my mind of those negative thoughts. But I don't really think that's true, because it's not like I can just not have those thoughts in the first place. No, instead I think it's more like I think about them so much that they consume me—so much that my adrenal gland is pumping at full speed and my heart is racing in Formula One. But after a little bit, those thoughts become boring. They just don't excite me as much as they did at first, and so thinking about them just feels like thinking about a remedial chore. But perhaps that's where I'm special, I don't know. I just think that, maybe, the problem most people have with stress is that they force-ably think about things that they don't need to. Or perhaps it's just hard to think about those stressful thoughts enough to dilute them. I don't know, but these things work for me.
This might just be my hubris talking, but I think I'm just kind of a more laid back person in general. I guess I've just showed myself that time and time again, things always work out in my favor, and so I'm able to just assume whatever happens will be the best possible outcome. And I guess it's not really that everything I have ever done did always work out in the end, but maybe it's just that what ends up happening, happens, and the new status quo resulting from that is my new reality—and I just force myself to accept that new reality as the best reality that could be, however disillusion that makes me. Or maybe it is simply that only favorable outcomes result from the decisions I make. I don't know, and I don't think anyone does.
Oh, also I sleep a lot. I found that sleeping helps. Just make sure you leave time to look at memes and get whatever done you need to do.
Anyway, I'm going to get back to psyching myself out so I get this adrenaline out of my system and get to sleep. So goodnight 6 readers.