Today was lame. The feeling invoked was a mix of what I felt when my dad told me that my mom and him were splitting up at age 12, that rainy day I got lost in the woods for 4 hours at age 8, and when I found out Santa didn't exist at age 5.
Lost, hopeless, and like my world was shattering around me. I guess this is what growing up feels like. I was promised exhilarating rushes of independence, but as usual, disappointment was delivered.
A lot of the problem is probably that I stew. When something is wrong, I don't say anything until it's somewhat serious, and by then I'm already annoyed by it. Then, when nothing improves for a few months after that, I get pissed, but don't say anything. They put it off further, and I explode. Is this a learned behavior? Or is it primal, and something I need to relearn?
leper
1 comment:
I don't know, but you're a pretty awesome person.
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