It’s not a wholly relevant title. But nor is it wholly irrelevant.
Anyway. Somehow I think about all of this and I don’t know what to do right now because I have far too many choices. Somehow this makes me think of things that went years before. And somehow that means that I conflate you with everyone else and somehow manage to write you as a villain in my head and I become far more powerless, when I’m not, and you couldn’t be more considerate if you tried.
In my head I manage to turn you into someone else entirely and this is not the situation we are in, because we’re all adults now, and panicking at two in the morning about a completely reimagined reinterpretation of you is not going to help anyone, and I feel terrible that I can even do that to you in my head.
So, well, thank you.