Actually, much of life is torture for us introverts. And winter is always a slog for those of us with Seasonal Affective Disorder.
But last night hit all the sore points:
- Had to go to a meeting with people I don’t know well.
- At 7:00 at night.
- Which is after dark.
- The meeting was at work, where I’d already been all day. Where shitloads of stress is giving me serious anxiety symptoms. Led by the person who is causing pretty much all the stress.
- Was forced to interact appropriately at a time of day when all I’m fit for is p.j.’s and my cozy bedroom with only my family around.
As you, dear reader, reach for a Kleenex to wipe away tears of sympathy, I’ll tell you how I managed this torture session:
- Wore sweats yesterday. Even all day at work. I can get away with sweats almost any day I want, but this time it was a deliberate nose-thumbing to the prospect of the evening meeting.
- Put supper in the Crock Pot before I left the house this morning, to decrease evening stress.
- Toyed with the idea of coming up with a fake excuse for missing the meeting, then righteously decided to adult like a boss and actually go.
- Promised myself an enormous latte on the way to work this morning as a bribe. It’s DELICIOUS.
- Arrived at the very last second I could possibly get there and still be reasonably on time.
- Was the first person to leave, rather than hanging about and “visiting.” (BARF)
So. I survived. Anyone else out there have coping strategies for this sort of indignity?