This morning I snapped a little on the bus ride to work. Lately my depression has been more of an issue than anxiety. But I've noticed that in the past few years my responses to certain stimuli are becoming exaggerated. I can't stand when people start yelling around me, even if they're not mad.
This morning we had a new bus driver who didn't know the route very well. There was also a couple who kept yelling at each other even though they were sitting yards apart. By the time we reached the transfer station, someone had turned on some vulgar rap, and there were so many people yelling it felt like I was on a school bus instead of a public bus. When the ruckus started I hunched over my book, put my hands on my head and my thumbs on my ears. I probably looked crazy already, but there was no way I could concentrate on my book anymore and I was trying to just block it out. Finally it reached such a pitch I just snapped, sat up, turned around since I was in the front of the bus, and yelled above everything, "How the **** is he supposed to drive when you're all ****ing screaming at once! Shut UP!" Luckily we were pulling into the station and I got off before having to hear any replies.
I never do stuff like that though. I just felt like something was rising up inside me and screaming at them was the only way to relieve it.