Scale from 0 to 10. Zero is completely mellowed out, 10 is frazzled, annoyed, and/or enraged to the bone on a regular basis.
Zero here, if you want to know.
Scale from 0 to 10. Zero is completely mellowed out, 10 is frazzled, annoyed, and/or enraged to the bone on a regular basis.
Zero here, if you want to know.
A 4.
I use to be a solid 7 or 8 when I gave a crap about silly things. I’ve learned to let go.
A 2. Basically a lot of the things I find stressful I refuse delivery of. Makes the things I can’t avoid really manageable.
Typically a 3. From July to October last year it was past 7, though. Do not wish to revisit a year like the last one.
Probably about a 9 all the time. I’m losing my hair, and, slowly, my sanity too.
I’m too stressed out to even answer this now.
I interpret “typical” to be median and not mean. On that basis, I score a zero. Which isn’t to say that I’m never stressed–but it’s very rare, and pretty mild even then. I’d say the mean is 1.
I’m a 9. My heart-attack or stroke is long overdue. I’m thinking of tattooing a DNR on my chest.
Pretty stressed lately. I’m still dealing with the after effects of my son’s stroke – he’s going off to Germany for a study abroad program in a few days and that’s added a new level of stress on top of it. And my work has been quite stressful lately as I seem to be constantly needed for one thing or another. I voted a 7, but it’s more like 7.5. I am hoping things calm down after I get the little Jay Bird off to Tubingen.
I’d say a 3. I have a toddler, and that is a ton of work, but overall I try not to let other stuff get to me.
I ticked 8, as sometimes I don’t want to punch in the face people I work with, or people who just happen to be in the near vicinity. I’d never physically hurt anyone I work with but I do get an urge, occasionally, to fuck up someone. I remember having the same want more than ten years ago; it’s a passing fad.
Curious? Is that regular or not?
*And yes, I suppose a true nihilist wouldn’t actually experience too much anxiety. Another thing to worry about . . .
Minus the enrage part, Frazzled/distracted/fatigued describe how I feel petty much every single day.
Maybe I’m overstating it, maybe not. I’ve given up trying to put numbers to my levels of depression, stress, suicidalness.
Mine’s pretty low. I put 3. Normally it would be around zero but I really am trying to make a career change and the constant job hunting, then hopeful interviews, then let downs are always there as a low annoying buzz in the background.