If I Were One of the Seven I would be the Grumpiest

I need to vent and everyone I know is asleep. Curses! So listen up internet world! Here it goes: I know this happens to everyone, but right now I feel uniquely screwed. I spent hours working on something brilliant to post, but something got in my way. Something insurmountable if I wanted to retain any scrap of dignity. Why do I care so much? Since when did anonymity become so important in sensitive subjects? Am I a coward? If I have something to say, I should just say it, right?

I considered the last question and decided that the best move was to stay with propriety at present. Forgive me if you mistook me for a bold woman this morning.

Please know that I know how easily love can turn to anger and then back into love. I am concerned about a few people in my life who are not worried about themselves at all. There are, in fact, two people whose lives and choices are running parallel at present. I can see what specific decisions have led them to exhibit the same characteristics. If I pointed these things out, which I am tempted to do, they would not listen and be even more furious, pushing us farther apart.

If you are one of these people and reading this blog, something I doubt highly, know that the anger back to love part is the most important step. My attempts to not get stuck in the space before that transition have mostly proved successful. My wishes of good luck are extended; I say that in earnest even though I might kick you next time we come into contact.

XOXOXO,

Heidi