Metaphors
It's always funny to watch the reactions of people around me as I get more and more stressed out.
To wit: I have exceptionally well-developed stress coping mechanisms. I don't freak out, I don't lose my shit. If I need a purge of panic and anxiety, I just sequester myself for a little bit, punch stuff, grunt, then compose.
My dad growing up was a horrid stress monkey and managed it poorly. I resolved never to be like that. In a grand jest of the Universe's sense of irony, my personality type seeks out stressful situations. Whoops.
Even though I constantly mire myself in stress, I manage it well. However, I display a profound shift in behavior. I am more likely to speak in clipped, curt tones. My opinion of everyone surrounding me plummets (I don't claim any of this to be valid feelings, but they do exist for me). I move much faster and pretend I breath fire. I'm virtually unafraid of the consequences of my actions, which can lead to me doing ill-advised things while stressed.
I also speak in metaphor. True, I use more metaphors than your average dolt. When I'm stressed, though, I speak almost exclusively in metaphor. This can lead people with a surly disposition, a linear viewpoint on life, or a fixed sense of humor to experience extreme difficulty in communicating with me. They can't understand that I'm quite literally punning (def: a play on words, which works for this description as for me it's a play on imagery) my condition and that of everything around me. People with a vivacious personality, a sunny outlook, or an overall abundance of energy have found this to be, on occasion, hilarious.
Within 5 minutes I compared our organization's budget to a shit pile so profound flowers in Africa are wilting and my mental state to a slab of steak that happened on a pack of rabid wolves.
If I'm stressed, it damn well better entertain everyone else enough to stay the fuck out of my way!
To wit: I have exceptionally well-developed stress coping mechanisms. I don't freak out, I don't lose my shit. If I need a purge of panic and anxiety, I just sequester myself for a little bit, punch stuff, grunt, then compose.
My dad growing up was a horrid stress monkey and managed it poorly. I resolved never to be like that. In a grand jest of the Universe's sense of irony, my personality type seeks out stressful situations. Whoops.
Even though I constantly mire myself in stress, I manage it well. However, I display a profound shift in behavior. I am more likely to speak in clipped, curt tones. My opinion of everyone surrounding me plummets (I don't claim any of this to be valid feelings, but they do exist for me). I move much faster and pretend I breath fire. I'm virtually unafraid of the consequences of my actions, which can lead to me doing ill-advised things while stressed.
I also speak in metaphor. True, I use more metaphors than your average dolt. When I'm stressed, though, I speak almost exclusively in metaphor. This can lead people with a surly disposition, a linear viewpoint on life, or a fixed sense of humor to experience extreme difficulty in communicating with me. They can't understand that I'm quite literally punning (def: a play on words, which works for this description as for me it's a play on imagery) my condition and that of everything around me. People with a vivacious personality, a sunny outlook, or an overall abundance of energy have found this to be, on occasion, hilarious.
Within 5 minutes I compared our organization's budget to a shit pile so profound flowers in Africa are wilting and my mental state to a slab of steak that happened on a pack of rabid wolves.
If I'm stressed, it damn well better entertain everyone else enough to stay the fuck out of my way!