Chronic illness is draining.
We had freezing rain yesterday and whoooooooooooooa baby did that suck energy out of my nerves and ramped up the pain.
I used to keep track of the weather… but I stopped. I learned long ago that anything deviating from “balmy” + high humidity = me rolling on the floor in pain.
Cimmy said– either it was yesterday, or today, that the humidity was like 98-99%. And of course the snarky part of me was thinking, “Well, no sheeeet.” But I just simply told her what I just said above. If I’m in pain, oh, I generally know why.
We live in a semi-arid climate, thanks to a rain shadow of the Cascade Mountains. Agriculture does fairly well due to lots of circular irrigation. Heat here is dry. I used to hate it, as it seemed I was always dried out and thirsty. But I don’t tolerate humidity well now. Doesn’t matter where it’s hot and sticky, or freezing and damp. I’m sensitive enough to hurt year ’round.
I was reading 16 Habits Of Highly Sensitive People the other day. It’s an interesting article. Although Amanda Chan calls them “habits”, I’d prefer to say “observations”.
- They feel more deeply.
- They’re more emotionally reactive.
- They’re probably used to hearing, “Don’t take things so personally” and “Why are you so sensitive?”
- They prefer to exercise solo.
- It takes longer for them to make decisions.
- And on that note, they are more upset if they make a “bad” or “wrong” decision.
- They’re extremely detail-oriented.
- Not all highly sensitive people are introverts.
- They work well in team environments.
- They’re more prone to anxiety or depression (but only if they’ve had a lot of past negative experiences).
- That annoying sound is probably significantly more annoying to a highly sensitive person.
- Violent movies are the worst.
- They cry more easily.
- They have above-average manners.
- The effects of criticism are especially amplified in highly sensitive people.
- Cubicles = good. Open-office plans = bad.
Honest, I kept thinking “ugh, ugh, yep, yep, oh ugh, yep, heard that a dozen times without exaggeration”, etc.
I can’t find it anymore, but before I left The Icarus Project website and forums in shame and disgust (as some participants were TOXIC), I saved some text of a post called “Compassion for the sensitive.” I wish I could find it, although she tended to ramble. The general idea was good– it is difficult to be highly sensitive when many people just don’t understand that.
It’s very frustrating to be sensitive in today’s modern Western society, I think. I am introverted– although it’s only been recently that people have begun to explain that introversion and extroversion simply refers to whether you recharge your energy being alone (which I do) or being around people. I was painfully shy growing up, though. But Western definitions of shy and such are so restrictive. You’ve got to be a shrinking violet to be shy. Put out protective thorns and people just deem you an asshole. Fine, I say, to all those who think that. Next time they say, “Don’t take it so personally,” I’m going to say, “Hey, how’s that mouthwash enema workin’ out for ya? Not too well, I’d say, because your shit still STINKS!”
Pardon, dear readers. I wasn’t too happy about being told that the last time… by a WordPress blogger, no less. You win some, you lose some, I suppose. I am glad that for the most part, people here are pretty supportive.
Oh-ho-ho-ho, whattya know, Zemanta is telling me lots and lots of WordPress bloggers have referenced this article. Yeah, I’ll link up to a lot of them.
Once last thing– it was a real treat to be followed by Chris Donner the other day, because checking out her blog, 61 Musings, was a pleasant surprise. The “Club Introvert” page really caught my eye. Why yes, introverted bloggers need a space, too… seriously, trying to keep up with some of you more extroverted bloggers is positively exhausting! No, I don’t want 85-500+ comments, but, well… sigh sometimes I get the impression so few really care at all what I have to say. 10 years of 4-5 comments at best… I’m totally serious.
Well, that was a sucky note to end on. Hence the title, though. I wish this blog post was fabulous.