How to Cope With Rejection Even Though You Really Needed This Kidney
If you're experiencing a sense of panic, paranoia, and uncertainty after a night out, it's crucial to ask yourself these six questions to get your bearings.
- - Where am I?
First things first: take a quick glance around to assess your surroundings. You're not in your own bed or any other familiar location. You're in a room, but beyond that, you have no further information. However, you can take comfort in the fact that you don't see any ominous objects lying around.
- - What's the last thing I remember?
Recall any recent events that come to mind. Unfortunately, your memory only goes as far back as 9:30 PM when you were recounting a wildly exaggerated sexual encounter to a group of people. You recall someone seemed upset with you, but you don't remember any physical altercations. Your memory then cuts out after several rounds of shots, and you draw a blank from that point on.
- - How did I get here?
Since you're in an unfamiliar place, the next logical question is how you ended up there. It's difficult to determine without looking outside, but you don't want to risk moving due to feeling nauseous, bright light, and anxiety. You might even entertain the thought of being abducted by aliens and placed in a fake human dwelling for examination, which seems oddly comforting at this point.
- - Who's he/she/them/that?
A wave of panic rushes over you as you realize you're not alone. You can't recall meeting anyone, let alone hooking up with them. You're too scared to look and confirm what's happening. It could be an animal for all you know. You start having paranoid thoughts like, "Did I have sex with a dog?" However, you know these are unfounded fears since you would have heard a "woof" by now.
- - What should I be doing right now?
You need to orient yourself to reality. What time is it? What day is it? If it's Monday, you should be at work. If it's Saturday, you should be grocery shopping and taking care of household chores. Despite the queasy feeling in your stomach and the smell of kebab on your breath, you're suddenly craving bacon. It must be Saturday.
- - What's the damage?
You feel like death warmed over, and it's not just from a hangover. You hope it's not permanent. Your phone is nowhere to be found, and when you try to stand up, you feel like you're on a carnival ride. You have no idea what could happen next, whether it's an attractive stranger returning with breakfast, hurling up your stomach lining, or discovering that you somehow spent a small fortune last night. The only thing you can be sure of is that it won't be the first option.