I don't stress out easily, as a rule, so I don't have anything I always do when stressed. But to distract myself I like to marathon TV shows. Reading and video games are also nice distractions.
I don't stress out easily, as a rule, so I don't have anything I always do when stressed. But to distract myself I like to marathon TV shows. Reading and video games are also nice distractions.
Stay up all night worrying until I'm really tired and frazzled in the morning, making me more susceptible to stress.
Works every time.
Act like nothing is wrong for months, years even until eventually I'm so close to breaking that I'm worried I'll physically attack the next person who pisses me off. I then take several weeks off and launch a stress inducing grievance against several popular colleagues whilst simultaneously searching for new jobs and trying to keep a new relationship going.
I take after my mother who's a bitcher. My dad is a bottler which results in him chewing his lip.
My mom and I bitch about unimportant things. In general, the important doesn't come out until we can't take it anymore. Of course, my mom complains to her mom, but I've reached this age where I don't let it out anymore. The stuff weighing me down is not something I want my parents to know about just yet. So I goof off on the internet, play video games, and watch movies to relieve myself.
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
I put on a Cass Daley movie, and all of the stress melts away. It's amazing how someone who was at their peak over 70 years ago, can still put a smile on someone's face.
I smoke like a motherjumping chimney.
I skip stones
I yell obscenities at people in cars and talk crazily to myself until I start laughing.
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I just push it aside.
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I hum. I get this thing where my jaws clench up causing a lot of tension in my jaw and neck. When I hum to myself it calms me and lets me focus on that instead of whatever is stressing me out. I've noticed that my sister is also a hummer. Must run in the family.
Originally Posted by Citizen Bleys
Self-remedies: Music of any kind, chocolate, taking a nice hot shower, cleaning, shopping...it really doesn't take much to calm me down, but it also doesn't take much to stress me out, especially now that I'm pregnant -_-
Andrew's remedies: give me a massage, play classical music for me on his ipod, cuddle me, (SPOILER)Sexy sex ;D, listening when I tell him what's bothering me and offer advice or just comfort, cook me food/buy me food.
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