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This weekend has been so weird, and it feels like I’m the only one who really cares. I won’t lie, I’m frustrated. Aiken’s been acting standoffish and generally just playing the fool, and Emily, the pregnant girl, is so combative that she hated me right off the bat. It’s isolating and kinda sad, but there’s really nowhere to go, is there. I’m here, alone at night, stuck with my thoughts, a total stranger, and a family who just doesn’t get it.
And Ryan. What’s he playing at? He’s always been a little difficult to understand, stuck in his own world of video games and anime, but this is completely different. If I could understand why he’s doing this, I feel like we could get a little closer to some sort of mutual understanding, but he’s been blocking off my attempts to reach out at every turn, and acting like it’s my fault. It’s like he’s not hearing the words that I’m saying, but I don’t know any clear way to say it. I wish there were some way to cut through the noise with a–
Oh! Action.
Have you ever just had one of those moments where a bunch of puzzle pieces suddenly come together in your head all at once? Well, I just had that. It took me a bit, but I’m glad I was able to spend less time catastrophizing about the worst possible outcome, and finally have a good, actionable, idea for once. It kinda solves all my problems at once, too. He’ll look like himself, it’ll shake him out of that weird delusion, and it’s not something easily undone, so he can’t just ignore me. I’m glad I thought of this before he left, that makes it so much easier.
Now, where the fuck do we keep the scissors?