Talking with my barista.
Five minute conversation with the nice yard man, lawnmobatista.
Five minutes of info gathering, exchanging, filling out forms with the receptionist.
Twenty minutes discussing my medication.
Another convo with another batista Because I Just Needed Another. As well as a chat with the order taker.
Brief talk with a cashier.
The woman behind me in line gave me compliments and wanted to engage.
I am learning how to talk to myself without moving my lips because it looks a lot like crazy, and I'd rather not.
After the lady in the checkout line, I got into my car and started spewing, talking a lot to myself to disperse, debrief, calm down, get grounded again, and I just couldn't help it.
I feel like I ran a half marathon but it was just talk, and the stress that arises from too many interactions and nor enough space in between them.
At home, coffee and a need for chocolate.
I will not leave my domicile for awhile. I could probably go hide under the covers in bed which would be soothing but I also went to the grocery store earlier and have some serious food preparation to do.
Yikes
People
Talking
Stop
Okay
Breathe
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