As a girlfriend I pride myself as being low-maintenance, emotionally anyway. I don’t require a lot of attention (I have a shitload of stuff to do on my own) and I don’t need to be reassured of my attractiveness every other minute. If anything, I’m too low-maintenance; I’ve had boyfriends that figured, “Oh, she’s fine” and yeah, I may be fine, but that doesn’t mean you’re off the hook for buying me a birthday present. Please.
It’s more in the physical sense that I’m likely to test someone’s patience. A million little things in the course of a day drive me positively batty and usually it has to do with lighting (so important) and noise. While I can handle a screaming classic rock band in a biker bar no problem, I don’t like noisy restaurants. I’ll often sit in three different places before I find a table I find comfortable. A booth is usually a safe bet, unless it's directly under a fan blowing cold air or speakers playing music that's either too loud or not to my liking.
And speaking of music, I silently seethe--and I mean seethe--if I can hear someone’s i-Pod through their ear buds like at work or on an airplane. Yet go figure--I do my best writing in a crowded Starbucks. (The music in Starbucks is usually pretty good. Except at Christmastime, and don't get me going on that.)
There's no pleasing me, right? I thought I was just a pain in the ass until I found The Highly Sensitive Person website and took their self test. Take it! I scored 21 out of 25. (I have a high tolerance for pain and am pretty competitive.) If you score a 14, you're highly sensitive.
I actually came across this site a couple of years ago, and it was one of those moments where you're like, Oh, I didn't know they had a name for that. I felt relieved, in a way. I'm still a pain in the ass, but calling it "highly sensitive" just makes it sound better.
Okay, so keep that in mind while I tell you Part 2 of this post.
You know I've been living with my boyfriend, Mike, since the beginning of November, right? I adore him and love him to no end; I look at him and see sheer perfection. (He's very hot.) But he and his son are into this Call of Duty Black Ops war game for X-box, and I'm not being overly dramatic when I say that fucking game could very well lead to the end of our relationship. I cannot stand violence. I won't watch violent movies or TV shows and all that shooting (even though I know it's only a game) makes me want to cry.
The house we're in right now is only temporary (thank God) because the way it's set up, there's no place for me to go to escape. And so I spend a lot of time at Starbuck's. We'll be moving in a couple of months, but in the meantime, I am going out of my friggin' mind.
And I think I'm driving Mike nuts, too, with all my bitching. I can't take it, though.
How about you? Are you "highly sensitive"? Do you live in a Black Ops house? How do you keep your sanity?