[441] in Depressing_Thoughts
frustration
raeburn@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (raeburn@ATHENA.MIT.EDU)
Thu Oct 13 15:54:33 1988
...is wanting to talk to a close friend (not a particular one, just
one who's close) about something that's bothering you, and realizing
that you can't. Because some other aspect of the problem bothers your
friends, or they aren't particularly interested in listening; or
because you know that they'll talk to their friends, who'll talk to
their friends... who'll undoubtedly talk to people to whom you'd
rather not have your guts spilled, whether by you or by someone else.
...and of course not being able to complain even in coatrack, because
exactly the wrong people are likely to read it.
So you just hide in a corner until things get better. Except they
don't. So you wait until you at least start to cope somewhat better.
And don't admit that anything's wrong (because you don't want it even
dragged out of you, for the aforementioned reasons) until it isn't.
And then, considerably much later, when you've started to cope, and
it's not quite such a big major life-threatening disasterous deal,
you're probably sick and tired of not being able to talk about it
enough that you want to at least ramble on and on about it to
somebody, even if you're not going to make any sense anyways because
you still can't talk about it.
Which I think I'm not.
Guess I'll shut up now.
