Grief Is a Finicky Thing

And relationships are hard.

And sometimes you think you’re upset for one reason but really you’re upset for a different reason and you didn’t even know that until you’re halfway through a screaming match with somebody you aren’t even really that angry at but you can’t stop shouting and the back of your mind is staring at the camera like Jim on The Office because even your subconscious can’t believe how unreasonable you’re being.

And so you set your Fitbit to walk you through a relaxation exercise but it doesn’t help and you can’t stop crying and you feel really bad about yelling at your loved ones but you can’t stop doing that either.

And you’re probably just PMS-ing but that doesn’t mean that this doesn’t suck.

And you’re really bad at navigating relationships because you overthink everything into the ground — no, further than that, into the bedrock.

And then you realize that you’ve been screwing up multiple relationships in this same very specific way, so now you have a lot of thinking to do and you’re not really sure where to start but you got some good nuggets out of this train-wreck of a conversation, and you’re exhausted but you want to keep talking because it feels like the only way to reach some sort of resolution.

And you didn’t get done any of the things you wanted to do today, so now you feel like even more of a failure because you can’t even keep your one-bedroom-small-apartment household together, let alone any semblance of a functioning relationship, so really it’s no wonder you’re single.

…I can’t be alone in this, right?

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