I wish I could figure out why I’ve been finding it more and more difficult to make good decisions for myself the past few years or if I just decided to accept suffering somewhere along the way. I was taught from a young age that if something makes you unhappy you can either choose to find some joy in it or simply stop participating, but that you have to make that choice. A long period of trying to add a third option like, “Don’t give a fuck,”  got me to a place called, “Nowhere at all,” and now I’m stuck here with all things I said I’d deal with or worry about “when/if it happens.” The lesson here? Care about your fucking life before you lose yourself in indifference because the problems don’t just go away, ya’ll, and if they catch up to you when all your fight is gone you’ll be sitting here with me in The Waiting Place.