My grip on reality and my sanity is usually tenuous at best. I am not very strong (I really should work out more), and it feels like it is covered in grease. Someone needs to distract me for just a second, and I forget I am supposed to be holding on tightly, and it slips away rather quickly. whoosh. And it’s gone. whoops. It keeps sliding further and further away until I remember that I need to grab it. Sometimes it’s a far reach and I need help getting it back.
I am easily distracted which doesn’t help matters. I get fixated on stupid things that really don’t matter. The small things that push the right (wrong) buttons do it the best (worst). Logic says I do not care. But, if I think about it too hard, this stupid little unimportant thing could be interpreted to mean that I am not worthwhile. whoosh. And that I am not pretty enough. whoosh. And also probably fat. whoosh. And stupid. whoosh. And boring. whoosh. Then it’s gone.
Oops.
I didn’t mean for it to happen. It just does. If someone could throw it back to me, I might be able to catch it and be okay again. I have fairly decent catching skills. And throwing skills.
But really, could you please toss it back to me? You distracted me and made it slide away, so it’s really the least you could do. You could try just telling me that I’m wrong. It wouldn't be very hard for you, and it would probably do the trick. It might even make it less slippery and easier to hold on to.
I would give anything for it to be less slick. I could get distracted and still hold on. That would be lovely.
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