actual stressors in my life, which would be much easier if I didn't overreact to almost everything:
Having to mail something in two boxes instead of one box.
Having to interact with stranger at post office while upset about box situation.
Alicia talking about things/pop culture that I don't know about or am not interested in; it makes me feel (irrationally) left out.
Everybody being interested in kind of the same things as lots of other people and many of the things I'm interested in not being things that lots of other people are interested in, or else all the people who are interested in them are people I'm way too intimidated to talk to.
Being too intimidated to talk to people I want to talk to because I am afraid that they will hate me.
Feeling stupid because it feels as though I never understand what anyone's talking about and no one ever understands what I'm talking about unless I stop and explain it really, really carefully (while becoming visibly agitated/hysterical, like as not) and then they give me The Face, which is remarkably consistent from person to person and is sort of the same expression I imagine one might wear if one encountered a talking cat on a tiny, cat-size unicycle.
Feeling huge and fat even though I weigh exactly the same as I've weighed for the past month, and am objectively neither huge nor fat.
Not knowing when I will get any mail.
Not knowing when the photocopy place is gonna call.
Having to interact with stranger at post office while upset about box situation.
Alicia talking about things/pop culture that I don't know about or am not interested in; it makes me feel (irrationally) left out.
Everybody being interested in kind of the same things as lots of other people and many of the things I'm interested in not being things that lots of other people are interested in, or else all the people who are interested in them are people I'm way too intimidated to talk to.
Being too intimidated to talk to people I want to talk to because I am afraid that they will hate me.
Feeling stupid because it feels as though I never understand what anyone's talking about and no one ever understands what I'm talking about unless I stop and explain it really, really carefully (while becoming visibly agitated/hysterical, like as not) and then they give me The Face, which is remarkably consistent from person to person and is sort of the same expression I imagine one might wear if one encountered a talking cat on a tiny, cat-size unicycle.
Feeling huge and fat even though I weigh exactly the same as I've weighed for the past month, and am objectively neither huge nor fat.
Not knowing when I will get any mail.
Not knowing when the photocopy place is gonna call.