I’m closer to mastering The Art of Not Making It Weird. I’m ready to graduate from Just Because You Think It, Doesn’t Mean You Should Say It 101. I believe the next course is, Yay, You Didn’t Say It! Now Stop LOLing Over It; It’s Still Weird. Effing sigh. (My prodigy turned 13.)
I suspect I hurt the feelings of someone I care about a great deal. I did it unintentionally because I was masking intentionally. Sometimes, rather than admitting I’m unable to do a task without significant clarification and assistance, I seek an alternative.
Sometimes, I don’t find one before stressing out over how long I’ve spent searching. In those instances, I usually just go silent and add the stress to the pile of things that make my stomach hurt until I figure out how to discharge them.
Then I low-level analyze. It’s how I recognized where I probably went wrong. I also noticed I had an underlying shameful motivation. Part of why I chose an alternative is because I was subconsciously (?) upset someone (whom I decided should just know without my saying a word) didn’t see it as something I couldn’t do without the patient assistance of another. (I hate asking for help with things I think I should be able to do on my own. Issue #29078145.)
Yep. Hella audacious of me. I brought luggage to the situation, and it’s led to hurt feelings. 😶 I don’t want to be an adult right now. I just want to cry it out, then apologize, and hide for a while. But I don’t even know if it’s appropriate to apologize for something I’m merely intuiting (assuming.) (Glares at the center of the universe.)
You know, being an adult usually isn’t worth being able to have animal crackers and Mt. Dew for breakfast. Even worse, you can only do it every so often, or the bill comes due, and the interest is hellacious. I’m stuck. I’m going to listen to Lorde and figure out what to do.
p.s. My band doesn’t have a name yet.