Fancy Coffee Friday: Overstimulated

Acquired by guilt, my Wisconsin Public Radio travel thermos.

Acquired by guilt, my Wisconsin Public Radio travel thermos.

I’ve stated before that I’m an Introvert.  And while this doesn’t mean I don’t like being around people, I seem to have comfort zones, such as one-on-one tete-a-tetes up to a dozen people for a raucous, yet friendly dinner gathering.  Large crowds I find are easy to handle because they are large groups of people who don’t know me and essentially leave me unnoticed.  All that said, I found myself at the company Christmas party yesterday.

It took place at the office where I couldn’t shut off the thoughts of all the work that was piling up for me to take care of.  There were also smaller events within the day as a whole that held no interest for me and that I was continually being asked to participate in.  And then, there was the song and dance number that I wasn’t asked to be part of – no, I was handed lyrics one day and told to wear a certain outfit and there would be practices and choreography.

I was utterly stressed out.  Told to perform under duress?  Badgered into “joining” group activities that held absolutely no interest for me?  By the end of the days events I felt positively twitchy being around 25 people who were loud and kept trying to force my participation in things.  I even caught myself subtly beginning to rock back and forth in my chair (farthest away from everyone, hoping to remain unnoticed) which as soon as I noticed what I was doing, I forced myself to stop.

I finally got back to work in the late afternoon, where I could focus on tasks and come down off of my stress horse.  It worked for a while, but when I finally got into the car and I couldn’t even turn on NPR for the right home because it was “too much” and I felt tears welling up in my eyes and just felt exhausted, I knew I was entirely overstimulated and stressed out.  That morning I had even had a brief episode of my heart racing, which hasn’t happened for a very long time and I even had to take a Lorazepam to sleep last night.

No, folks…. forcing someone like me to participate in something I don’t want to do usually just leads to tears and frustration for all involved.  I got home and knew that the first thing I needed to do what to get in a work out.  I then put myself into the Cone of Silence, not speaking unless I had to (Mr. Muse was warned about my sour mood and overstimulation when he got in the car for the ride home).

Thankfully, I have some days off, today, Monday and Tuesday and I will be enjoying them be relaxing and keeping off of the stress horse.  I kick off my weekend of relaxation with an afternoon of wine, philosophizing and munchies with Tall, Dark & Swedish in Downtown Madison for people watch along with the wine and food.

That sounds like a good way to start my weekend.

Do you consider yourself an Introvert or an Extrovert?

Are you overstimulated by large groups?  Have you found your limits?

How do you de-stress when you’re completely overstimulated?

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About The Amusing Muse

Deep thinker whose mind operates at warped speed. Philosopher pondering the big (and little) things in life. Storyteller. Office Ninja. Model. Teller of bad jokes. User of big words.
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2 Responses to Fancy Coffee Friday: Overstimulated

  1. Have a great weekend! Companies should never assume or demand some persons level of interest to participated in things that are not part of your job requirements. Especially holiday related things.

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