Sep 18, 2010 12:30
Badly, mostly.
...what, you want details? I tend to yell a lot. Just ask Hobbes. (Not that he doesn't do his fair share of yelling in stressful situations either.) I run away rather than try to cope. (Sometimes, running away *is* coping.) I go crazy. (Okay, that's not so much by choice. Most of the time.) I steal stuff. (Or at least, I used to. Now I just, like, swipe Eberts' stapler when he's not looking, and that's not so much a response to pressure as a way to *create* pressure because holy crap, Eberts does not like people messing with his office supplies.) These are the ways I respond to pressure.
...Okay, I respond in other ways too. Sometimes, they are even productive and get the job done. But, y'know? My life is pressure. Literally; I can feel it building in my head every few days, ticking away like the timer on an ugly blood-red bomb, if I don't get the switch that freezes the timer. It never quite stops it, but at least I can get that short reprieve.
It's a stupid question anyway. How would you *expect* somebody to respond to pressure?