I don't do stress very well. I get antsy. I eat too many cookies. I spend a lot of time staring vacantly into space listening to my heartbeat drum in my ears as I resist, with variable success, the urge to overreact to every little thing. You'd think I would be better at dealing with this sort of thing by now, but of all the curveballs I've weathered in life, this particular move has really unsettled me in a way that makes me entirely sympathetic to those who are simply steering clear of me ... Read more »