For months, one of my girlfriends has patiently had the same damn conversation with me.
“Okay,” I’ll tell her. “This shit that will never change is pissing me off and now it’s definitely time to bail. That’s it.”
“And will you have learned what you need to learn here, if you just bail?” she’ll ask.
“No,” I’ll grumble. “No, I won’t.”
Sigh.
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The Tuesday before last, I was trapped. For hours. Continue reading “the opposite of trapped”