perditax
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... but I need to do it.
The last three months have been rough. I've been ill, overworked because my company had a surprise hit product (best kind of overworked but still stressful), and my father passed away about a month ago, leaving my mother with nothing much, and me to take care of her. I won't go into the struggles so far, but just getting her to leave the house to apply for her widow's social security benefits has been impossible so far. (On that note--I could use advice. I assume once the system realizes my father has passed, those checks will stop. Right? She has to apply for the survivor benefits?)
Anyway--I am completely burned out. I had a pre-planned trip to do a cheap solo cruise next week, and man do I need it. When I'm in Florida I usually stay with some old friends I reconnected with in the last couple of years, for one night pre-cruise (at their invitation). These friends often want me to meet their other friends when I'm in town, and I often try to joke my way out of it (I'm a textbook introvert). This time they asked again and I figured I owed them since they're nice enough to let me stay with them, and I said sure, dinner is fine.
It turns out they're hosting a dinner *party* with something like 30 people, and since I'm arriving at their house around noon it's going to be about eight or ten straight hours of socializing, with the final three or so being with total strangers. It's going to be utterly exhausting for me, and I already feel like a wrung out old washcloth. I've usually got about 90 minutes of small talk in me--and that's on a GOOD day. These friends are well-adjusted extroverts and I love them, but I know they are just incapable of understanding what this feels like. Plus, my problems stemming from my father's death are right on the surface of my thoughts at all times, and I find myself blurting stuff out about it to, for example, my coworkers, and I usually keep my private life private so it's very out of character--that's how stressed I've been. So I'm going to make a pretty lackluster/awkward party guest, and I know my friends want me to be "on" and funny and sparkly for their other friends. Which I can be, when I have to--for about 90 minutes. Then I'm done and need to be alone. (Other introverts will understand.)
I know that given the other things I've mentioned this might seem trivial, but it's like this last hurdle I have to get over before I can finally get some downtime, and I'm really dreading it.
(I should mention I don't drink, so I don't even have that to fall back on during the socializing.)
The last three months have been rough. I've been ill, overworked because my company had a surprise hit product (best kind of overworked but still stressful), and my father passed away about a month ago, leaving my mother with nothing much, and me to take care of her. I won't go into the struggles so far, but just getting her to leave the house to apply for her widow's social security benefits has been impossible so far. (On that note--I could use advice. I assume once the system realizes my father has passed, those checks will stop. Right? She has to apply for the survivor benefits?)
Anyway--I am completely burned out. I had a pre-planned trip to do a cheap solo cruise next week, and man do I need it. When I'm in Florida I usually stay with some old friends I reconnected with in the last couple of years, for one night pre-cruise (at their invitation). These friends often want me to meet their other friends when I'm in town, and I often try to joke my way out of it (I'm a textbook introvert). This time they asked again and I figured I owed them since they're nice enough to let me stay with them, and I said sure, dinner is fine.
It turns out they're hosting a dinner *party* with something like 30 people, and since I'm arriving at their house around noon it's going to be about eight or ten straight hours of socializing, with the final three or so being with total strangers. It's going to be utterly exhausting for me, and I already feel like a wrung out old washcloth. I've usually got about 90 minutes of small talk in me--and that's on a GOOD day. These friends are well-adjusted extroverts and I love them, but I know they are just incapable of understanding what this feels like. Plus, my problems stemming from my father's death are right on the surface of my thoughts at all times, and I find myself blurting stuff out about it to, for example, my coworkers, and I usually keep my private life private so it's very out of character--that's how stressed I've been. So I'm going to make a pretty lackluster/awkward party guest, and I know my friends want me to be "on" and funny and sparkly for their other friends. Which I can be, when I have to--for about 90 minutes. Then I'm done and need to be alone. (Other introverts will understand.)
I know that given the other things I've mentioned this might seem trivial, but it's like this last hurdle I have to get over before I can finally get some downtime, and I'm really dreading it.
(I should mention I don't drink, so I don't even have that to fall back on during the socializing.)