Whatsapp : The New-Age Demon
When I resigned from my previous post, I was blessed with several residual gifts: 1. The fear of Whatsapp 2. The fear of immediate bosses Combined, they turn me into mush. New texts coming in? Freak. New texts from bosses coming in? Double freak. After one year, I realise how crippling these gifts are. They make me panic. No matter whether the message is good or bad - it makes me anxious. Apparently this was similar to how one feels when they get out of a traumatic and toxic environment, be it professional or personal. I can see that. I feel traumatized, a lot. Half of my personality is encapsulated within my almost perfectionist tendencies. It has to be good, I have to perform, I have to be good enough-- oh my god, I screwed up here again. Shit, I screwed up there! Damn, why is this thing not cooperating with me??!! -- and another half of me is defined by my innate needs to please. I just want to be good, once. I just want to not fail, once. I just want to be told that I a