wispfox

What a gorgeous day out today! And... it's friday! And I don't have anything planned tomorrow (except laundry). I actually have a weekend off! *is in shock*

(and, I had a strange experience of multiple posts in a row on my friends list being repeated later on in my friends list. This made it difficult to be sure I really _had_ read back far enough. *confused*)

Sometimes, the methods I use to determine my mental state are so odd...

I know I'm stressed when:

I stop listening to music. Not too bad is if I'm not listening to music at work, because it might just mean I need to concentrate. Far, far disturbing is if I don't listen to music in my car when it isn't really late at night (late at night might mean exhaustion such that distractions are bad). (ie, I'd not been listening to music in my car for at least a week or so, and have since returned to doing so. And, today, I'm listening to music at work while working on stuff.) This doesn't even tend to happen in wintertime, at least as far as car-related music.

I stop being willing to talk to people. At all. About pretty much anything. If it's effortful for me to talk to my co-workers about work-related things, there's a problem. Because I put my social energy toward work, first and foremost, since it needs it the most (often and amount). (I'm starting to be interested in the idea of being social with people I don't already know well, again. This is good! And good timing, considering I'm going to Seattle in a week!) Not being highly new people social also happens in winter, but tends to allow for a reasonable (low level) amount of work-related conversation. Probably, if I did not work in the wintertime, I'd be able to be otherwise more social; I don't really know.

The only thing I can think about is hiding from everyone and everything, and sleeping. And, generally, it also means I'm sleeping fairly poorly. This is also a wintertime effect, and doesn't really seem that different when comparing wintertime and stress-related reactions.


Probably other things, but these are the most noticeable changes in terms of starting to revert back to normal, now.

I'm _so_ glad work calmed down enough for me to start to recover!

A reply to a comment in my journal way back with my indexing/faces/etc musings felt like something I ought to post, as well. (this did get quite a lot longer than the original reply, however)

The question was in terms of how I develop a sense of someone's core self, in terms of I get the whole thing all at once, or if I get more and more of it as I get to know them better.


( My reply, lj-cut because it was too long for me to be happy not doing so )

I could have sworn I've seen a way to filter one's friends list by location, but I can't remember how, nor can I find information on how. Anyone?

Now, we wait to see what the determination is as far as what, if anything, can be done to reduce the likelyhood of my kitty having the evil happen again. I should get a call from the vet tomorrow.

I'm highly, highly amused that, when I decided to see what Ash would do if allowed to explore the car, his response was to lie down in the seat behind me, and wait quite patiently. So, out of curiosity, I decided to see what he would do if I drove home with him there. He stayed there the entire time, quite calmly.

Either he was trained at an early age to ride in the car, or he's even smarter than I thought. I also ended up deciding to see what he would do if I carried him in my arms, instead of in the carrier, up to my apartment.

He was quite patient until I opened the door to the hallway in which the door to my apartment exists (he knows this hallway, mind you, because he likes trying to get out and explore it), at which point he demanded to be put down so he could run ahead of me. He seemed a bit confused when he got up the stairs, until I pointed at our door and told him that was it. He then waited highly impatiently for me to unlock it.

Yes. This cat _really_ needs me to finish training him to a leash and harness. And I need to get him a more spacious (and more easy for him to see out of) carrying case, because while I'm impressed as hell with his willingness to sit in a seat, I'm too scared to drive with him loose, in case of an accident or a sudden stop.

He was certainly much, much happier about being in the car when not trapped, though!