It's...
It's sort of hard to describe when you are filled with anxiety. Because the anxiety stems from all the things you are uncertain about... and uncertainty drives me a bit... anxious. Lately... I can't seem to read anyone's mind... I cannot seem to intuit what other people are thinking, I cannot tell what keeps my husband glued to his phone at all hours of the day and why his Whatsapp chat is so intriguing since he and his friends just verbally abuse each other 24/7 and use British curse words in rapid succession and I cannot fathom how that is so interesting. I cannot figure out Google Drive. I did figure it out and then I forgot and then I reminded myself and then I forgot again when I needed it and every time I forget one of these things there is someone there to remind you that you are not very bright. "Did you save it to the Google Drive?" And I just wish they could see the blank stare that I give as I stare back ...