I am hating life.
I can’t seem to communicate.
I have managed to get a number of people to be snarky at me. And they shouldn’t be. I think they wouldn’t be if they knew what really going on. To me, this means my ability to communicate adequately has fallen off. The only common factor is me.

I pride myself in my ability to communicate so this bothers me a great deal. I am getting rather emotional about it. I feel trapped and frustrated and hopeless and disconnected. So I am going to hide in my cave until it is over, it is always better to chose something than be forced to take it. It will clear up, this has happened in the past, it will happen again. I just don’t know how long it will take. It could take hours, or it could take days. Maybe it is related to how dry the air is. That always sets me on edge.

There will probably be no noticeable change. I just won’t be reaching out when I normally would. Things will be a lot more surface level instead of my normal digging to something deeper.

Comments are disabled because, obviously, I can’t trust this post to adequately express what is really going on.