You Know You’re Stressed Out When…
Anything that remotely surprises or startles or even mildly evokes me ends up sending me into a furious rage…in my head. Profanities soar back and forth in my greymatter, creating a fiery rage that makes me want to burst out of my skin.
Examples:
1. Today, a RISD student was sitting at my computer in the digital photo lab. He totally had a right to sit where he was sitting, too.
2. Someone found my secret toilet paper roll in the bathroom (hidden inside the medicine cabinet that NO ONE USES) and used it.
3. I only had two books waiting for me at the check out desk at the library, despite requesting nineteen within the past four days.
4. Someone took my comfy seat from my carrel.
After each of those situations, all within 5 hours of each other, I got so irrationally pissed off. Is it any consolation that at least I realise that I’m being irrational and stupid so that I don’t actually lash out?