However, these are not the butterflies that have been plaguing me this week. The common term for that nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach doesn't seem to quite cover the dumbo sized things flapping around in my gut! I spent sometime today wondering why we term nerves 'butterflies'; is it as simple as the fluttering feeling you get in your stomach. Or does it run deeper than this, is it linked to the anticipation that comes with nerves, the anticipation that comes from the transformation the caterpillar goes through to become a stunning piece of animated art, produced by nature?
Either way I am not sure 'butterflies' is a great description for that nervous feeling that turns your own body into a traitor. Under it's influence your heart does stupid flips catching your breath in your chest, making you look like a gasping idiot. As the effects spread, your legs turn to jelly, your hands sweat, then start to shake, making it impossible to do anything. Finally it spreads to your mind and it begins to tell you that you are not as good as you think you are, sentences become difficult to form coherently, made ever worse by the speed with which you begin to talk. All in all a horrific process and the term 'butterflies' is too mild and too beautiful a word to be linked to it.
Are you affected badly when nerves hit? Or do you deal with them easily? How do you deal with them and remain functioning through the fluttering?