Just yesterday morning I was congratulating myself for having stayed off social media for five whole weeks.
I was so proud of myself for changing my perspective. For sorting out my priorities. For practicing letting the world take care of itself. For letting go.
I was starting to think about my fiction again. I was enjoying music again, and maybe writing some cool new posts, someday.
I was spending more time with my family, and thinking about putting up new pictures, or maybe getting some old posters (that I still carry around, because I still love them) framed and hung on the walls. Maybe re-working the budget to buy a better (used) car. Exercising regularly again, and getting more sleep.
I discovered I actually can keep houseplants alive, and that I like bright flowers.
Then, the fucking universe kicked me in the face and screamed:
"HA! HA! You can't hide! You're hard-wired to give a crap! Rage and depression and screaming into the wind is your function! Welcome back, bitch!"