Pitch Black Restroom

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My husband and I went to write at a coffee shop one afternoon. The place we went to wasn’t part of a chain and it was new to us. I was thrilled to see Thai Iced Coffee on the menu, because I’ve only ever seen it on Thai restaurant menus. Of course I ordered it. I was looking forward to the cream and sugar taste of Thai Iced Coffee, but it tasted more like a melted, cold vanilla latte! And I’m not fond of vanilla lattes. So that was interesting.

Another interesting thing is something that frightened me and nearly started an anxiety attack. I went to use the restroom, which was a room for one person to use at a time instead of a roomful of stalls and sinks. After I shut and locked the door, the lights went out and it was pitch. BLACK. I began to panic.

The first thought that went through my head was, “What do I do?!?!” The choices I came up with were to bang on the door and yell for help, or attempt to find the switch. I was near the door, which was near the light switch so I patted the wall next to it, looking for the switch. I got lucky. I found it and turned the lights on.

After a few tries, I figured out that the lights shut off every 15 seconds or so. And that there was nothing unusual about the light switch, like you didn’t have to press it down or anything to keep the lights on longer. This was annoying, because the lights went out while I was using the toilet! 😭 Before I remembered that I could still pull my pants up in spite of the darkness, I began to panic, which for me includes a racing pulse and rapid breathing. Then I noticed that the switch had a small blinking light. So you could see it if it’s super dark because the lights shut off automatically!

Arrrrrrggggggghhhhhh!! I congratulated myself for making it out alive lol!

Has anything interesting ever happened to you while using a public restroom?

Massage Creepiness

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Massage is wonderful for depression because you release serotonin. If you’re depressed, your serotonin level may be deficient. It also helps reduce the tightness in your muscles, but you already know that!

I used to get a massage every 4 weeks at the salon where I go regularly. Then my massage therapist took another job, and I haven’t had regular massages since. He was never replaced. This was like a year ago. Since then, I’ve only received maybe 2 massages, one by a man and one by a woman.

There’s a massage place not far from me. All they do is massage. I’ve been there once before and left satisfied. However, I’ve been hesitating making an appointment. I don’t know why. Maybe because you get any one of their 14 therapists, male or female? Though most of them are women.

I’ve had one male therapist — the one who left the salon — and I felt comfortable around him, not vulnerable. I had another male therapist one time only, and he did an awesome job. It was the best massage I’ve ever had! I didn’t feel vulnerable around him, but he was kind of creepy. He would moan and groan every so often while working on me. Yikes!

So I don’t know what to expect with guys. On the one hand, men apply pressure strongly and really get at those knots. On the other hand, they (and I suppose women) can be weird, like the Moaner.

Maybe I can request a specific therapist, or whether I prefer a male or female therapist. All I have to do is pick up the phone and call them. But I hate talking on the phone so much, which is another reason I’ve been procrastinating. Even though my muscles are screaming to be unknotted!

Would you prefer a massage therapist of the same or opposite sex? Or does it matter?

Rushing Around

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I absolutely hate rushing around. For one thing, I hate to be late to — you name it — dinner, movies, appointments, everything. I get pretty anxious when it’s close to the time to leave for any of these places. And I’m a clock watcher.

I’m afraid to leave the house by myself, so my husband has to drive me everywhere. So if he’s on a conference call, which he often is (he works from home a lot), and it runs over the time limit, there’s less time to get to wherever we’re going.

Getting ready entails putting away whatever I’m doing like reading a book, crocheting, or being on my iPad or laptop, or whatever. Then I have to put on my shoes and, depending on the weather, a coat, scarf, hat, and/or gloves. Make sure my phone is in my purse, grab said purse, and go out the door. Probably it takes less than 5 minutes to do all that. But to me it feels longer.

The feeling of rushing makes me anxious. I don’t know why this is, it just is. The faster I have to move, the more likely I am to forget something (like my phone), which I perceive to be a disaster that I am able to get over. Unless I don’t.

Usually we’re on time, if not early, for things. The last time I remember rushing was when we were on our way to the movies. I was so relieved to finally sit in my seat, which, at this particular theater, was reserved.

The whole way down there I was afraid of getting into an accident because my husband was trying to get us there on time. As we got closer, I started fretting about missing the previews. (What’s going to the movies without watching the previews?)

I think my husband just wanted to get there before the movie started. I, meanwhile, declared that if it had already started, we would leave and go again another time. I didn’t want to miss ANY part of the movie (Solo: A Star Wars Story).

Fortunately, we were right on time, which was a huge relief. We even had time to go to the concessions stand. Still, I wouldn’t want to go on that or any ride like it again.

What do you think about rushing around? Are you okay with it? Does it make you feel uncomfortable?


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One Tail at a Time (OTAT) is a non-profit organization that rescues dogs. I recently discovered that each year, beginning 4 years ago, they organize a sit-in for animals who need help. The cool thing about it is that you can participate remotely!!! YAAAAYYYYYYY!!!!!

This means the world to me because I always want to help dogs and cats. But in the past few years, since my fear of leaving the house kicked in, I haven’t been able to volunteer. Too anxious. And too afraid of making commitments. (Some of the shelters ask you to make a one-year commitment — ONE YEAR!! There’s no way I can commit to something for that long.)

By being able to do this remotely, I can FINALLY help out! I’m so excited to be able to participate! And when I realized that I would be in Las Vegas on the day of the sit-in, it turned out okay because I can do this far from Chicago!

Maybe this is tacky, but I’m going to take a chance anyway: if you would like to donate to help dogs and cats, please click here. Please consider giving. Anything is better than nothing. Thank you in advance! (DEADLINE: June 9)

What sorts of causes do you fight for?

Crochet Conquered

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I recently took a 5-week crochet class at the local art center, which was basically like an open studio. That is, you go in, work on your project, and the instructor is there if you need help, which I did lol! What made it a class and not an open studio, I think, was that the instructor demonstrated some techniques.

Also recently, I signed up for a 2-week course on making amigurumi — cute little stuffed toys (see picture) — at the yarn store. This class overlapped the other, and I wasn’t sure if 2 concurrent classes would be too much for me. They were on different days, so it worked out. And yes, I made it through both. Hence, the title of this post!

In the time between starting this blog (August 2017) and the present, I never once made it through an entire course of anything except the online writing classes. I’d drop out at some point, or miss a majority or all of the classes. This time, I succeeded in going to each one of my classes without missing any or dropping them.

Just last night, I was exhausted and in a rotten mood, but my husband encouraged me to go to my class anyway. Crocheting helps me take my mind off things because of the concentration required. Talk about being in the present moment! I’m glad I went to class because I was able to finish my little stuffed octopus (above)! I was always too scared to even try to make these toys, but now that I know that it’s pretty easy, I’ll probably make more!

Do you miss attending a regular hobby because of anxiety or other mental health issues?