Man, I thought I was just being anti-social. It can ruin my day if a stranger shows up without warning. I order a lot of stuff and I have the UPS guy leave stuff in the garage, he's great! The Fed-Ex carrier is always different and always wants a sig, so if I want my order I have to deal with him in close quarters.
The funny thing is that I have a corner lot and I garden obsessively and sometimes people will just walk up and knock because they want to ask questions about my unusual selection of plants. *yikes*
When that happens, there is the usual shock to deal with, a total stranger to meet (which I hate), and some awkward moments, but I don't mind talking about my obsessions to even a stranger. So, usually I manage to pull myself together, field their multiple apologies for disturbing me, find out what they are interested in and stumble forward into something similar to conversation. Sometimes I even enjoy it, after I recover from the defensive posturing.
I sometimes give them plants for stopping by if they appear intelligent enough to care for one, even though they caused my ears to ring with anxiety. I still don't like being 'visited at', but I treat those people, who are willing to feed my obsession, quite differently from the ones who want money or my soul or help with addresses or ask if I've seen their cat or if they can put a sign in my yard ...
YES a sign in my yard. That was yesterday, YHGTBFKM, but she wasn't kidding. She went away, but not before the damage was done.
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It's just music for me. The other stims don't work.