Failure, but not really failure

So I didn’t give context right before I did the watch party for the recent research. And I got feedback later from Nadine and Bekah about it. Possibly about the confusion?

Not sure why I feel moody all about it. Possibly because I would have said the same thing for myself. An oversight, yes. But I can also blame the lack of sleep because taiche went to Tahoe in the morning and I insisted that he say bye. I can also say that it was all the work distractions—the journeys, the Ethnio, the everything else I had to do. The fact that it’s only me.

Of course, I also believe in responsibility. But it’s so low stakes. Who cares? I do.

But the outcome? Not much I think. I can mend it pretty easily. What’s the point, you know. It’s strange that I don’t ever consider myself a perfectionist. Carelessness only matters in certain places, like the things that have the greatest impact.

Do I get annoying because Matthew uses “you and I” in the wrong way. But what does it matter? I am fine. I am fine. I am fine.

Work is painful, but it keeps coming. The great thing about it is that I can end it at any time. It’s closed. It’s gone.

Relationships though, they fester, but their impact is on nobody except me.