The Situation
"Alright look, I'll tell you about it--the whole glass thing--but you just have to promise me you're not going to like, roll your eyes or laugh or be dismissive about it or anything like that. And can you promise you won't do that thing where you like, pretend to be all overly understanding and like it's not a big deal that it's freaking me out or that it's not this totally fucked up situation, because honestly, that feels even worse. And trust me, no one I've told so far has even remotely come close to appreciating just how messed up and disturbing this situation is--they just act like it's a joke or something. Or like there's some easily plausible explanation that I'm just not seeing and oh well you know that's life and sometimes things like this just happen and--no, I'm sorry but no they do not. They do not just happen like this. I just--no it's alright, I'm calm--look, I'm just saying the thing that's starting to eat at me the most is how no one else seems to share an understanding about how much of a grave and--have I mentioned this yet--totally and unprecedentedly fucked up type situation this really is. This isn't the sort of thing you just leave unresolved and carry on with your life in some peaceful way. And I--alright see now I've just gone and done the thing where I fill you up so much about the idea of me not being understood that you're just going to do the thing where you pretend to understand, but like not in that way that other people pretend to understand right, I know, you'll assure me of that, and I just--okay look, you know what, I'm sorry. This is coming out all wrong. Could you just forget all of that? That's not me, and it's not important.