#troll coping

I had to go to the BMV today, and I didn't get anything else done. That was all I could think about.

I hate being anxious all day because I Have To Do A Thing. You can't even comfort yourself with "At least this is the last thing!" You'll just Have To Do A Thing again tomorrow. There are always more things.

Frank had been in the swamp since he was thirteen. He wasn’t sure how he had gotten there. It seemed endless, a hard slog through the muck in every direction. Whenever he encountered wise-looking folks, he would ask how to get home. They were never very helpful.

They would point out new paths through the water and weeds, but the trail only ever led to more swamp. Eventually, he stopped asking. He just kept walking through the endless mud, and tried to enjoy the squelching sound it made.