Words that light up my panic button: CHANGE OF PLANS
Need help finding something on the store shelf? Only if living without that something is a more frightening prospect than asking a total stranger for help.
Never a day without one too many cringing pop-ups of embarrassing or painful memories I would delete if only I could.
I keep something in my pocket to fidget with to keep my hands busy. Or, I bite my nails.
I’m open to spontaneity with just one condition: it has to be my idea. It is rather unthinkable to go along with someone else’s.
Sometimes I ask myself, “How am I feeling?”, and I don’t have a clue.
Frustrating when I think of a thought to share, people keep talking, and the time to share it has passed.
Little things such as calling for an appointment or asking a question isn’t little to me.
Wanting to disappear when someone brings it to the group’s attention that I am the quiet one.
I crave specifics; don’t cater to abstracts.
I will play games provided the other player(s) are under 10.
The fact that something bothers me bothers me too.
I edit in my mind my on-the-spot blurred response to a question I was asked days or weeks ago.
Just because my mouth isn’t at work doesn’t mean my brain is too.