I can't cope in public because I feel people are looking at me all the time. Not only that - I sometimes feel spouts of anger inside me when there's too many people around me, and it comes to a point where I start huffing and puffing and making faces at people to indicate that I'm ''not in the mood, please go away''.
As much as I love getting the bus to work every day, I find I'm getting so irritable with people on the bus. It gets so crowded nowadays, and the bus is very small compared to other buses, and it's worse in the school holidays. When I first got this bus I never worried about who was sitting where - but now I'm always worrying about who's going to sit in the seats behind me. I don't like smelly people behind me, or foriegn people talking loud, or kids, or teenagers (especially girls).
Smelly people - because nobody likes smelly people behind them - and I mean smelly people who don't wash. This is NOT an Aspie thing, because ALL NTS don't like really smelly dirty people sitting behind them
Foriegn people - because when they speak, they don't talk, they shout. They're either yakking away on their phone, or to someone they're with. And they never come up for air!
Kids - because if they're under about 8, they always swing their feet so it hits the back of my chair, almost knocking my breath out of me (plus I have a weak heart, so if something jogs my back too hard it can cause breathing problems/irritation on my heart). But you can't tell them these days because you get their parents after you. I especially don't like toddlers behind me, because I'll just have them yelling in my ear the whole time, and they never sit still, and this will make me angry
Teenage girls - because I keep thinking they can hear my music I listen to on my MP3. Youngsters can hear and listen better than anyone, and young girls always tend to be more critical. (Sometimes I like to listen to really sad music - sometimes even nursery songs. But I will explain that in the topic ''childish interests'').
So all the while I am panicking and worrying and freting over who's going to sit behind me. It can't be doing my heart any good, but I just can't help getting all worked up and irritated inside. I can't help it.