Yesterday was, rather unfortunately, another breakdown day.
I hadn't planned for it (which is to say, I did not expect it at all) and like all unplanned things, it came at a wonderfully awkward time: in the middle of a thesis-related meeting with one of my committee members. Such Joy.
But, anyway, I ranted.
And The Kindly Professor patiently heard me out.
And then said to me, "Belize would say ..." I love that he quoted Kushner's "Angels in America".
And I'm grateful universe for people like said Kindly Prof, and Ms. Z and the Witches.
I hadn't planned for it (which is to say, I did not expect it at all) and like all unplanned things, it came at a wonderfully awkward time: in the middle of a thesis-related meeting with one of my committee members. Such Joy.
At my irrational best, in moments of searing pain and helplessness, I feel like this is retribution.
For being mean to the Priest (ahem). Or for something else I've done.
But, anyway, I ranted.
And The Kindly Professor patiently heard me out.
I felt like I was 16 again.
Witch 1 will know what I mean when I say, it was like being in LBI, being 16 and clueless, being heartbroken and naive.
And I'm grateful universe for people like said Kindly Prof, and Ms. Z and the Witches.
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