The very, VERY last thing I need when I’m grumpy is someone telling me to relax. Especially when they use that patronizing tone for it.
Let me rage and it will pass, start acting like you’re my parent/therapist/kindergarten-teacher, and my mood becomes a fiery Balrog for the rest of the day and possibly longer. Just saying.
My name is QuantumPhysica The Insane, but you can call me QP. I am insane, admitted to a mental hospital in Belgium, and waiting for a decent diagnosis at the moment. Once I was a physics student with goals in life and what more; now I'm simply the patient of Room 93.
Ever wondered what life is like in the psychiatric ward? I'll tell you everything you ever wanted to know...
I am... particularly twitchy of personality. But I also am genuinely interested in everything. There is nothing that doesn't interest me, really. Everything, from quantum computers to fashion and cars to traveling...
I also give advice. On anything. No taboos whatsoever.
And I make lists of things...
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Hope this isn’t in response to my comment to focus on the research cat.
No, not at all! I just came across this e-card, and it exactly put in words what I always think when No.7 starts going all “relax, dear, just relax” when he notices I’m stressed or grumpy. It’s seriously the best way to put me in even worse a mood…
(Also, the Royal Cat of Research Courage actually helps. I’m almost done with my paper!)
Almost done? Wow, my impression was you were days if not weeks away! Congrats!
Admittedly, I skipped two whole days of class in favor of doing non-stop research in the library, and I worked all weekend, so technically I did much more work than normally in the same amount of time.
I hear ya!
I feel exactly the same way when this occurs to me, but when my wife flips out for some disproportionate small reason, I always make the same mistake with her. Or even worse: I try to present my idea of a solution for her problem. Then her reaction goes like this: “Do you think I am stupid? I can solve that by myself, I don’t want your solution, I want your sympathy!”
That’s a classic 🙂
We have a private radio station with classical music in germany, which always tells its listeners to relax. I have stopped tuning them in for that very same reason, can’t stand it anymore. It’s my choice when to relax, not theirs!