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The symptoms are easy to spot - complex cookery, shopping, restlessness, flitting from one project to another with an unhealthy dose of self-contempt - but all I'm trying to displace here is anxiety.
I talk to myself when I'm stressed (however much I try to pretend I'm talking to the cats). This last day or so I've been heard muttering "I want to go home." Which is demonstrably absurd, given that I am home. But tomorrow I shan't be, and I think I'm just getting my bad-traveller blues in early.
It is absurd to find myself in this condition; I'm only hopping over the Irish Sea for a happy weekend at a con, for cryin' out loud. I would cry "What's wrong with me?", but I know the answers all too well (see above, under "self-contempt").
Thing is, I actually like travelling, and I like being somewhere else; but I still get into this state beforehand, and frequently during. It's a kind of transition-anxiety, I think. I worry about crossing borders, literal and figurative both. Also, of course, I am English, and I fret about Doing The Wrong Thing. Lots.
I shall go into town now, and look in guidebooks to Dublin, and buy funny foreign money. Euros. You know, I've never handled a Euro? That's how little I travel. It's ridiculous.
I talk to myself when I'm stressed (however much I try to pretend I'm talking to the cats). This last day or so I've been heard muttering "I want to go home." Which is demonstrably absurd, given that I am home. But tomorrow I shan't be, and I think I'm just getting my bad-traveller blues in early.
It is absurd to find myself in this condition; I'm only hopping over the Irish Sea for a happy weekend at a con, for cryin' out loud. I would cry "What's wrong with me?", but I know the answers all too well (see above, under "self-contempt").
Thing is, I actually like travelling, and I like being somewhere else; but I still get into this state beforehand, and frequently during. It's a kind of transition-anxiety, I think. I worry about crossing borders, literal and figurative both. Also, of course, I am English, and I fret about Doing The Wrong Thing. Lots.
I shall go into town now, and look in guidebooks to Dublin, and buy funny foreign money. Euros. You know, I've never handled a Euro? That's how little I travel. It's ridiculous.
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Date: 2009-03-26 01:21 pm (UTC)You're in luck with the whole Being English and Doing Things Wrong, because Paul Cornell, our esteemed guest of honor, never does anything wrong but is absurdly apologetic to everyone and everything Irish simply for *being* English, so he's really already got all that covered for you. :)
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Date: 2009-03-26 01:44 pm (UTC)I hereby proclaim that you both will have a perfectly hassle-free travel-adventure, and a splendid time at the convention, and generally Not Stress. There. Done. *nods*
*goes back to the thing she's avoiding by being on LJ*
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Date: 2009-03-26 02:09 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-26 02:14 pm (UTC)I have travel provider anxiety -- I simply can't convince myself that airlines and their ilk can be trusted not to double-cross one, break their own rules and generally behave badly.
And you cannot possibly do the wrong thing. Dublin is a wonderfully relaxed place. The only sin I can think of its telling someone they're pouring your Guinness wrong. Which you won't do.
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Date: 2009-03-26 02:33 pm (UTC)Nah, I'm just jealous, of course.
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Date: 2009-03-26 09:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-26 10:05 pm (UTC)