So on that fateful day when I saw that sign, my knees buckled at the thought of the turmoil this change would cause.
It's time to unravel the enigma of the missing sock phenomenon, one that has left laundry-doers across the globe scratching their heads and feet in equal frustration.
In the process of mustering the strength to get up and face the day, I enter a drawn-out grieving period full of denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance — and I grieve the sleep I just lost.
Formal emails force us to visit an underused section of our mental dictionaries, using words other than “ok lmk” or “r u going tn?” and actually spelling out “tomorrow.”
We all have certain “characters” in our lives. The people who are not necessarily friends of yours —you might not even know their name —but people you see often. So often, that they are not necessarily strangers, but rather characters.
So instead of getting a therapist, I figured I could work through all of these emotions by writing letters to the sources of my problems. It’s cheaper and less traumatic! Win-win.
