I Hate Talking on the Phone

File this under “social anxiety.”

The other day, a friend rang me. I saw her name pop up on my phone.

I like this friend a lot, but I HATE talking on the phone.

I audibly groaned and felt guilty as I stared at the ringing phone and decided to ignore the call. Seriously-it’s nothing against the person. I just really really hate chatting on the phone. Damn it. I still feel bad. I should have just answered it.

I think I hate it because when your phone rings, it means you have to talk to someone RIGHT NOW. You don’t have time to mentally prepare. Whatever you are doing? You have to stop.

And now I keep putting off calling her back….I’m such a terrible friend. I wish I could just tell her, “I’m sorry, but I just really hate talking on the phone.”

Or, I could just call her back…..
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Ok, guys. I called her and we had a great chat. What was I so worked up for??

I guess it was just the anticipation that was the bad part.

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I Can’t Shop When People are Waiting for Me

I’ve never been able to shop with other people. Especially when someone is waiting for me. Just the idea of it sounds awful.

There have been times when my husband and I are at the mall, and I need to buy something, and he’s in a generous mood and tells me to “take my time.” Then I’ll get excited and start browsing the racks, but within a couple minutes, I can’t help but feel a weight on me… the weight of someone who is waiting for me. [Read more…]

Having “plans” weighs on me all day

This is one of those weird things that’s a little hard to admit, and I’m not sure if other people feel this way….and it’s whiny. Well, here goes.

If I have one thing to do in a day, it weighs on me all day long. Even if it’s something enjoyable.

There will be a kernel of anxiety in my brain all day, until the event happens.

For example, the other day I had a Pilates class at 6:30pm. I was looking forward to it.

But, for some reason, everything I did the rest of the day revolved that class…in my head, anyway.

I remember thinking at 1pm: “I have 5 hours until the class.” Even though 5 hours is a long time, and plenty of time in which to get things done, it’s almost like I felt I couldn’t really get anything done until the class was over and out of the way.

Until that event or engagement takes place, I can’t truly engage in anything else.

The worst is airplane flights. If I have a flight early in the morning, I will barely sleep all night. And if I do doze off, I’ll dream about missing the flight.

And if I have a flight in the evening, I will feel seriously anxious all day, until I get to the airport.

On days where I have multiple engagements? Say, brunch with friends and then a birthday party at night? I won’t be able to do a thing all day and will feel like I just have too much going on.

I’m sure anyone with kids is reading this and thinking, “stfu!” because what I’m complaining about it so minor. I am fortunate to have been able to structure my life so it is not as stressful as it used to be (at least for now) but I know others are not able to do that. (Getting out of the cubicle helped.)

So I know, I know…I’m whining about something unimportant.

But the reason I bring this up is because I want to know if anyone else feels this way. Does having plans in the middle of the day make you feel anxious all day? Do you have a hard time really focusing and engaging in other work until the event takes place?

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You can listen to the episode of the HSP Podcast about this topic at the top of this post.

A Rant Against Job Interviews (Plus, 3 interview tips anyway)

I think it’s fair to say that most people dislike job interviews.

And for HSPs, they are extra super not-fun.

My rant: Unless you are interviewing for a job where interviewing will be your function, then being judged by your performance in an interview is kind of dumb. If I’m a writer, who cares if I perform well in an interview? All that matters is that my work is good and that I can function well in the workplace. [Read more…]

Remembering the dreaded “Class Participation”

Going through old boxes of stuff at my parents’ house, I found this progress report from a religion class I attended in first grade, when I was about 6 years old. Classic!!!

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Brainstorming without talking: “Brainswarming”

Brainstorming is played out. Does anyone really use it as a way to solve problems anymore? It seems as out-of-touch as dial-up modems and AOL. There must be better ways to solve problems while harnessing the power of a bunch of brains at once, but how?

Recent articles on Inc.com and Fast Company laud brainswarming, which is like brainstorming but without all the extroverts trying to talk over each other. A problem is presented, and everyone writes down their ideas and stuff. There’s more to it, but that’s it on the most basic level.

Brainswarming is great because during regular brainstorming sessions in the good ol’ conference room, the shyer people and introverts tended to keep their ideas to themselves, and their great ideas wouldn’t get heard. HSPs & introverts also prefer to ponder things for a while, rather than spouting ideas immediately.

This is a problem because, as the most awesome Susan Cain quote goes: “There is zero correlation between being the best talker and having the best ideas.”

(BTW, I didn’t even have to google that quote. True Susan Cain fangirl, right here.)

I like problem solving. I feel like figuring things out in my life is a brainteaser-a challenge. And I think that’s also why I like brainswarming. It’s a more efficient, smart way to solve problems.

If you’re interested in learning more, I highly recommend checking out the Inc.com and Fast Company articles.

Thanks to Catalina for telling me about brainswarming!

Mental Self-Flagellation: When I Screw Up, No One is Madder than Me

I do freelance work. The person I work for assigns me tasks from her own clients. The other day, I completed a project for her and submitted an online proposal for one of her clients. About five minutes later, I realized I had made a huge, huge mistake. I submitted the proposal for the wrong client.

Upon realization, my heart and head went into a panic.

I hold myself and my work to a high standard, especially when I am doing work for someone else. Making a mistake is simply not acceptable. If I had made a mistake on something I’d done for myself, it wouldn’t be so bad. But this mistake could make her look incompetent to her clients-people who pay her and support her livelihood!

Years ago, if this had happened, I would have spent the rest of the night in a haze of self-hatred. How could I be so stupid? I don’t deserve to work for her any more-I should quit. How could I make such a huge mistake? I shouldn’t be allowed to do things for anyone. Hate hate hate. Stupid stupid stupid.

Then I’d think about it all day. And the next day. I’d recall it months later and feel a tinge of hate toward myself all over again.

But I’ve created a coping mechanism the past few years. When something like this happens, I don’t let myself cave in to the self-flagellation that my brain so desperately wants to engage. I just can’t afford it (mentally) any more. I can’t afford to let myself fall into-and roll around-in that pit of hate towards myself. It takes too long to climb out. And it’s exhausting.

Instead, I just push those feelings away. I know they are there. But I won’t let them sink in. Even though I am so mad at myself, I pretend like it’s not as bad as it is.

Maybe part of this is just growing up a bit. The realization that getting mad at myself accomplishes nothing, so why do it?

So you want to know the outcome of my screw-up? Check this out. It turns out I didn’t make the error I thought I made after all. Everything was ok. I think my boss thinks I’m crazy, but at least that’s better than having actually made the big mistake. Phew!

All the Battles I Fought When I Worked in a Cubicle

Bright lights. Constant chatter. Disruptions. Deadlines. Pressure. An uncomfortable chair. A desk that is too high. Awkward social situations. Odors. Lack of privacy, quiet, and control.

That’s office life.

As an HSP, I’m highly tuned in to my environment and lots of little things become big things since I can’t stop obsessing over them. Here’s a list of some of the issues that made me swear off working in an office.

My Battle With Uncomfortable Chairs

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“I Hate Sensitive People”

I discovered that some people were finding my blog by searching for the phrase, “I hate sensitive people.”

Hi there, you!!!!

I used to dislike sensitive people, too.

When I was younger, I thought showing sensitivity was a weakness. I wanted to be tough. Being tough is cool! Being a “wuss” is not. I wanted to be “one of the guys”, not an emotional, drama-queen, girly-girl. [Read more…]

The right to silence trumps the right to noise

I remember the time when I heard someone playing music in their cubicle. It was several cubes away, but I could still faintly hear it.

I worked in a cube farm, as it is so affectionately called. Dozens and dozens of cubicles all next to each other in a giant room.

I remember sitting there, straight up, with a look of super annoyance on my face as I thought about what to do. I was a writer, and I needed silence to write. I could deal with the typical ambient noise of the office, but something like music distracts me. Because this person decided they needed to hear some tunes, now I couldn’t work.

Listening to music in a cubicle-when you are surrounded by dozens of other people in cubicles-is inconsiderate and selfish. You have just made the decision for everyone that they will now listen to your music as well, whether they want to or not. To me, that is the utter height of rudeness. Plus—why couldn’t she use headphones?

I sat there in my cube, getting more and more annoyed about how inconsiderate this person was. I was getting worked up. I debated with myself of what to do. “Just ignore it,” I told myself. But I couldn’t.

Finally, I stormed over and found the offender. I told her, nicely, that I was sorry but could she turn her music off because I couldn’t work? She turned it off. I’m sure the second I walked away, she IMed all her co-workers, “OMG some crazy chick just came over and told me to turn my music off, wtf?!” I couldn’t care less.

Some people like to listen to music when they work, or have the TV on in the background, or go to a café where there is ambient noise. Then there are people like me that prefer complete silence with no distractions.

Both of these preferences are okay. But we all have to live and work together in this world. This is how I see it: My right to silence trumps your right to noise. Why? Because my silence won’t bother you and distract you from your work. You can wear headphones to listen to music if you need to, just don’t pollute my air with your soundwaves. Your need for noise will bother me and distract me; my silence won’t bother you.

So, in my mind, the right to silence always wins.

When you can’t avoid noise at work, pop in your headphones and listen to white noise. Or, if you like ambient noise of a coffee shop, try Coffitivity.