You’d have to actually get me talking to talk for hours first. I love to laugh (recent emo feels aside because I’m going through crap). I’ll crack jokes or act silly to make you laugh. Other than that, I like to listen & observe. I will give input but actually talking for hours on a single subject? Ugh. Kill me now.
Okay, I’m being dramatic there. But you get my point.
I was just sitting here at work, reading through some documentation while listening to music. It’s pretty much the exact same thing I’ve done for a couple of weeks now. For the most part music is on as background noise so I can concentrate on the dry technical documentation I’m reading versus the hallway conversations, coughing, or whatever. I don’t really hear what is playing.
Then, in the middle of reading about P2PE blah-gitty-blerg, this song made me pause.
First of all, I like Rihanna. I’m just annoyed that I’m at a place in my life where I might find any of her lyrics relatable. Because yikes. And it’s not just one little verse… it’s every word. Every. single. stupid. word.
Are you sensing my frustration at all?
Yes, I know healing is a process. Yes, I know I will get there. All of the advice or words of wisdom anyone can possibly give me. Yes, I know.