Stress is real, obviously, but just to you. It is something that dwells entirely within you. It does not exist as a noun in other people’s lives, except in how you interact with them.
I’m feeling insanely stressed right now, and while my boyfriend, best friends and mom will cut me a little slack if I’m scattered/short, it is not the entire rest of the world’s job to divine this and be gentle with me.
Monologues about your stress level are right up there with discussing how your urinary tract is feeling. OK, it’s not nearly that bad, but both are topics best reserved for people who really, really love you or people who are being paid to help you solve this particular problem.