Welcome to Perfect Panic!
You should read this blog if you are
- someone who experiences or wants to learn about social anxiety, perfectionism, panic attacks, neurosis, etc.
- someone who enjoys laughing at the misfortune of others. Don’t worry… it’s okay to admit it. If it weren’t for people like you, the Meet the Parents franchise would have flopped and there wouldn’t be so many videos like this on the internet. Or pictures like this one:
*My anxiety requires me to apologize in advance to any nice people who may have been offended by the above picture.
So you’re going to keep reading? Great!
“The domesticated Nervous Nelly is characterized by its anxious behaviours. If we were to insert a camera into its burrow, we might witness a scene rather like this one:
An adult female sits in a nest of blankets, engaged in typing behaviour on a laptop. She’s been writing and re-writing the same email for about 25 minutes. It will probably be another 10 minutes before she actually sends it, after which she will immediately regret not spending just a little more time proofreading.
The cell phone on a nearby table suddenly rings, and the subject begins ritual hyperventilation; she really needs to choose a ringtone that doesn’t make her feel quite so anxious.
Surprisingly, the Nelly doesn’t react by answering the call. Instead, she picks up the phone and places one finger over the speaker, muffling the noise.
Her keen eyes study the display, shifting back and forth between ‘Decline’ and ‘Answer’.
Really, there’s no way that she’s going to decline the call; that’s rude.
But answering the call is equally out of the question, because that would mean talking to a real human, and Nellies need more mental preparation for that sort of thing.
She’ll just let it go to voice-mail. But wait… Did she remember to change the greeting after she got back from vacation? She’s sure she did. Or did she? She totally did. But if she didn’t… the caller is going to be very confused. Drat. Maybe she should answer-
The phone stops ringing, and the voice-mail icon soon appears on the screen. As the sun sets in the west, the Nervous Nelly sets the phone aside and plans to listen to the message when it doesn’t seem quite so terrifying.”
In case you hadn’t guessed, the Nervous Nelly is ME. *gasp!*
It is fairly typical for me to deal with calls to my cell phone exactly as Mr Attenborough described. It’s a problem. But I’m working on it…
Fun fact: I spent about 3 hours* editing and obsessing over this post after it was, for all intents and purposes, complete. I had emotions.
Expect more posts filled with angst and hilarity. Not all of my posts will be narrated by the great Attenborough, though – that was a special treat.