I hate being confused. Especially when it's about something in my life, and something that I can't really control. I had the most frustrating/confusing/encouraging/relentless/awkward/comforting/obnoxious lunch in the world before I drove two hours all by myself. Which is a bad idea considering that I have an extremely overactive imagination.
The only comforting thing is that whenever I feel like this, I can just think of myself with my arms thrown up in the air with a twisted face, similar to the pose that I adopt when getting mad whilst driving. If you can't picture that, try a generic "wtf" pose.
It always works for me.
It's funny, just try it.
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