I'd like to decide on my career and salary myself if possible.
I enjoy taking time out for myself occasionally.
I feel unhappy after prolonged periods of stress.
I dislike doing tedious tasks.
Yes, very often.
Yes, relatively often.
Yes, quite often.
Yes, all the time.
No almost never.
You do not go to the party, and instead, spend your time at home improving your artistic skills.
You do not go to the party, and instead, spend your time at home watching television and/or doing the laundry.
You do not go to the party, and instead, spend your time at home debating politics with a (potential) relative.
You do not go to the party, and instead, spend your time at the local supermarket comparing brands of cereal.
You show up at the party, already inebriated to the point where you know you won't come home safely.
Despite feeling uncomfortable with the idea of attending the party, the chance of taking on a new adventure persuades you. With a certain amount of anxiety, you go to the party. While trying to remain on the background you talk with people that you only know by face while considerably enjoying the background music. You are quite fond of the interior of the living room, but find the chandeliers rather distasteful. These are details you pay attention to.
A close relative.
10 people from your surroundings you feel indifferent to.
100 people in Africa whom you do not know and never will.
You organize a party in honor of your late grandfather to which you invite all those you suspect of gossiping along with 27 other people you know vaguely or not at all. You attend this party incognito, wearing a Nixon mask to cover your true appearance and attempt to infiltrate one of the many conversations that will inevitably strike up. You try to steer one of these conversations towards the subject of your own inadequacy and have a great time badmouthing yourself for the rest of the evening. When going to bed later that night you reflect upon the absurdity of this situation and how you have come to this phase in your life, hoping it is indeed just that; a phase.
You round up some of the local heavy-hitters by handing out pamphlets which promise a handsome reward of $1,000 to those that attend to a gathering on your basement two weeks after you first suspect your co-workers/classmates of gossiping. You lock them in and using the speaker set you installed months before you indoctrinate them for a week without a break. Together with these (wo)men you spend the remainder of your life renovating schools and play yards, only to discover at your deathbed you had rather spent your life pursuing your true love: electro engineering.
Despite feeling offended and slightly betrayed, you do understand their motives. There is tangible evidence that you do not fit in the accepted social norms. Your appearance is curious, to say the least. Your behavior is often considered eccentric. You feel that in some way, you deserve the mockery of your co-workers/classmates. While you have always noticed your career choice was frowned upon by your family, with your father even disapproving your overall way of living, you hoped that things would be different in your workplace/school. You decide to further isolate yourself socially. Probably by taking up another strange hobby and/or interest. Quitting your job is what you finally do. And while petting your cat a few weeks after quitting, you'll notice how empty and loveless your life is. This has a considerable negative effect on your mood.
You try to beat them at their own game and make friends to gossip with yourself, exaggerating wildly and lying when necessary. Your co-worker/classmate named Mike, or maybe Michael, becomes a social outcast, believed to be a sexual predator and the woman you've always loved is now said to be gay. About that bitch Karen you say that she's got hemorrhoids the size of baseballs and that she's got sadistic personality disorder (this is an expression of your fears about being inflicted with this disorder yourself).
Watching videos about the Holocaust for a prolonged period would make me upset.
I would feel uncomfortable if stray cats would follow me everywhere, especially in social situations.
A clean workplace and a stress-free environment would really benefit me mentally!
Yes, but only in certain situations.
Not right now.