Good news, surprisingly, brings anxiety that feels equal to bad news.
I should probably…explain, or something. And that might require a bit of pre-explaining.
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Good news, surprisingly, brings anxiety that feels equal to bad news.
I should probably…explain, or something. And that might require a bit of pre-explaining.
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Obviously, I’ve failed at this to varying degrees. But…it’s been weighing on me a lot recently. I thought I might as well try to explain some of it here, in whatever vague terms I can.
Most of you probably know that I was in the Army, and most of you know that I’m no longer serving. You probably don’t know that my service was cut short due to some Relatively Bad Shit, and a bit of intervention.
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I meant to follow up the last post with a more reference-filled post, but the joys of home ownership happened to me.
I was downstairs swiping candy from Gremlin’s bucket-o-candy when I heard something kinda bad — water hitting the floor somewhere. Not a sound you want to hear. Not even a little bit….
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