Published on 12, July, 2020
I was feeling brave the other day so I decided to push the boat and when the postman knocked on the door I answered it. I didn’t want to who does?
It’s a stranger at the door
In seconds my brain had created loads of negative scenariosWhat if the postman is ill and I get ill?What if I he comments on me?What if I faint?What if he starts talking and I have to commit to a conversation?
This and more was going through my head
Before I reached the door I was filled with terrible anxiety, my stomach became swollen and painful, chest hurt, heart racing and I was feeling sweaty like I had a fever
But like a crazy person I answered the door anyway
Guess I was expecting it to go well for some weird reason
it was the postman. he had a parcel and some letters. He asked the name and I said yes
And then he decided to make small talk. Nice weather isn’t it. Looking back now I’m guessing this was a humour statement as it’s clearly not nice weather
at the time I said no and then fearing he was going to say something again and I was really starting to feel ill by now I said bye and closed the door
The look he gave me as the door closed was... I don’t know not a nice look
He probably thought me an arrogant and rude woma jad he seen what took place after he wouldn’t have thought that hope not anyway
Afterwards I fell to pieces. Crying and shaking I was sick twice. And now I’m left feeling totally exhausted and my body is aching all over
My muscles are tense painful headache like someone’s squeezing my head
I went from feeling brave and confident answering the door to feeling overwhelmed by anxiety and feeling a complete failure
Confidence shattered in a heartbeat
Now in bed resting and feeling terrible online I can be so sociable feel happy calm and safe
In person I’m shy and awkward.
Times like this I feel nothing but hate towards myself
This was days ago and I'm still tired and aching. It's like a bomb goes off in me and my body has to heal again after.
I'm going to rest again now I'm super tired right now x
Well done.
Just to bring in a bit of humour.
I just answered the door in my nightee and rubber gloves as I'm painting a dolls house.
So, then the postwoman took a photo of the parcel with me holding it and I have visions of people laughing at the photo back in the office of a madwoman with hair awry, in a nightee, holding a parcel with rubber gloves
She probably thinks I wear rubber gloves to bed
Rest well x
You should have said, “This parcel is my husband’s, I will fetch him, he’s in the lounge, kitchen and bedroom!” Alternatively,” do you know what I did to the last person who knocked at my door?”
Good lord! I'm seeing a new side to certain members today.
Autonomistic said: "This parcel is my husband's. Would you like me to bring his right arm, so he can sign for it?"
I am recounting these comments to him and he is starting to look slightly worried
Roy said:You should have said, “This parcel is my husband’s, I will fetch him, he’s in the lounge, kitchen and bedroom!”
Alternatively "This parcel is my husband's. Would you like me to bring his right arm, so he can sign for it?"
Thank you for my 1st chuckle of the day