human disaster
Ladies and gentlemen, I present my evening in gif form...
I think I may have had a panic attack tonight. Followed by a bout of hysterical crying, but silent because I didn't want anyone to overhear. I am seriously stressed out right now with work things. And every time I start to feel overwhelmed, I just look at the chart I have hanging in my cubicle that I copied from Tina Fey's Bossypants where she shows the daily stress levels of various jobs (and where I changed "Writer for SNL" to "Manufacturing Specialist") and remind myself that, hey, at least I don't have the stress level of coal mining or being on active military duty. And in addition to that, any time I start to feel sorry for myself, I remind myself that at least I'm not a woman living in the Congo having to fear being raped every day, or living in the Middle East and having to fear being stoned to death. And it is good to keep those things in perspective, but my slight mental breakdown this evening has taught me that it is also important to not downplay your own feelings and emotions. That just leads to bottling things up inside out of "privileged guilt" (or whatever you'd call it) (and also, that was a lot of prepositions strung together and I don't feel like fixing that) and then you find yourself freaking the fuck out in the middle of the night. Anyway, I should probably go to sleep now. I'm emotionally drained.
But here... have this collage of awesomeness from the Halloween party I went to on Saturday. I won Best Costume (female.) I'm pleased, because I put a lot of work into the little details of my costume. Colby (and obviously Amy Poehler) owns my soul, so this was a much-needed highlight for me. (Bottom left corner features my brother, who reminds me of Adair, if only because of his hair.)
