It’s kinda amazing

(for me)

that it took me a year of accounting stress

before I could really cry out.

And all because I got locked out of the house in the rain. Something as simple as that.

Whatever happened today, whatever I did, I don’t want it to happen anymore.

No more sitting down and crying in the street. No more sharing with strangers. (Well, maybe a little bit.) And definitely no more leaving without a key to the house.

I discovered that I find solace in a stranger with a listening ear. And no, this does not have anything to do with the Feb 14 post, GTFO bashers.

It’s easy to share problems with a stranger because after you’ve parted ways, you’re just another stranger, in one out of his/her 365 days in a year.

Ergo, you don’t pass on your problems to someone else; and if he/she were to judge you, it wouldn’t matter much, since you’re just strangers.

Just no more sitting down under a shed by the street crying in the rain anymore, okay, Maki? Such a drama queen.

[I’d love to tell you the whole story and how it’s more complicated than it seems; but I don’t want to talk about it. Enjoy my contradicting logic.]