- Speaking in front of crowds of people whether I know them or not. This makes being a lecturer an interesting choice and a day-by-day trial. It also makes my desire to sing in public fairly bizarre.
- Crying in public. This seems have only become a problem since Dear Boy was born. I've cried in waiting rooms, in the car, walking through the supermarket and, most recently, at the ANZAC day march.
- Pap smears and dental exams. Well... der.
- Most underwear, clothes and shoes. I find it really hard to find clothes that not only fit well but also feel comfortable. And I'm not just talking comfort in a physical sense but comfort in the psychological sense as well. I hate my clothes screaming for attention as much as I hate being overdressed. Fashionably trending clothes do not work with my body or my mindset.
- Initiating touch with strangers or acquaintances. For a very cuddly, snuggly lady, I am incredibly hesitant to go in for the cheek mash, the double peck, the half-hug or any other variant of these types of things with people I don't know well. I usually wait for them to initiate and follow suit.
- I am also uncomfortable with my previous post's picture of my complete bombsite of a desk. And while the boy napped today - those precious, precious few minutes where I could work, eat, read unmolested - I tidied. Seems like such a waste of time, really, but I feel marginally better about how it looks now. It is still not a minimalist's paradise but hey, neat(ish) piles are better than drifts and mounds.
Friday, May 3, 2013
Here is a small list of things that make me feel uncomfortable: