So, the anniversary of my grandmother’s death is in about a week and I’m feeling angry and isolationist. I literally had to text one of my close friends and let her know she wouldn’t be hearing from me as much. I also don’t feel like being happy about anything.
I’m back to needing to distance myself from people so I don’t snap on them, which I haven’t had to do in a really long time.
Going off on men who write sexist things on Twitter is helping somewhat but not much.
I keep thinking about people who, in my opinion, have wronged me and that’s not good because it just fuels my anger. But I can’t stop myself. I’m obsessed.
The only good that’s come from this obsession is I’m no longer giving people third chances. Certain people have made it crystal clear to me I’m not high on their priority list. Therefore, I will no longer be having anything to do with them. I don’t have room in my life for people I’m not important to anymore.
Almost every single issue I’ve ever had with anyone comes down to this. My love language is quality time, so the worst thing anyone could ever do to me is not have time for me or not regularly contact me. I’ve realized I have the best relationships, platonic and romantic, with people who also have quality time as their love language.
These are the only relationships in my life that last.
I’m going into the office tomorrow because I’m taking the anniversary off. I’m not sure how I’m going to feel and the last thing I need is to snap at someone at work. I was originally considering working on the anniversary, but given how I feel now, I don’t think that’s a good idea.
That’s all I’ve got for now. For those of you who have the day off tomorrow, enjoy it. Life is short.