This is what I do.
For the other shoe to drop.
For the yelling.
For the “why couldn’t you’s, why didn’t you’s, why the fuck are you’s?”
Being here was not MY choice.
Being who I am right now?
I honestly don’t know how to answer that.
There’s a bit when you realize you’re bouncing from block to block to block like Qbert and you say to yourself “Why?”