I finally returned some overdue items to the library today. And afterwards, the librarian gave me a Look. I knew that look. It was the same one that certain teachers once gave me in high school while thinking: What happened? You used to be such a good student.
I admit that between a rather stressful and time-consuming job, various health issues, filial obligations, relationship gaffs, apartment hunting and all its causal woes, the swift packing of all my possessions, scheduling conflicts between all of the above, and the looming possibility of not having a home next week, certain things like overdue library books (which I never would have stood for six months ago) have now fallen to the wayside.*
Now, I’m very aware that my life isn’t nearly as stressful as it could be. There are many many people with noses closer to the idiomatic grindstone than mine. But I am, without a doubt, very stressed out. I try to take it one day at a time, but add a sudden onslaught of giant two-inch roaches and house centipedes to the mix and I end up in tears some nights because my nerves are just that shot.
So, as someone who has technically been an adult for a while but still doesn’t feel like one, my question to you, O world-wise Dopers, is this:
Is it reasonable to feel overwhelmed at times like this? Or do I just have that much to learn still about managing life? What amount of stress does it take to make you feel like you’ve got too much to handle?
*Apologies to the unknown person who has had to wait a ridiculously long time for his/her China Mieville. It was your hold that prevented me from renewing and therefore racked up more fines for me (you ass), but I’m the (even more assholic) person who only just got around to returning it. So let’s call it even.
(Apologies also in advance to the Moderators. I’m not sure where this thread should go, as I’m soliciting opinions, but the solicitation is accompanied by some MPS being shared. Please move as you judge fit.)