How less than one second--a sentence, spoken or written online, a certain look or gesture from a certain person, or the sight of something or someone you never wanted to see--can flat-out ruin what was shaping up to be a perfectly good 24-hour period.
How an activity you would've enjoyed on any other day suddenly seems devoid of any pleasure, because you're unable to stop yourself from obsessing.
How you go from thinking you've done OK with yourself to second-guessing all the decisions you've made in the past who-knows-how-many months.
How you wish that somehow you could just shave that half-second off of your day, saving the inevitable truth for some other time, leaving you with 23 hours, 59 minutes and 59.5 seconds of blessed ignorance.
How an activity you would've enjoyed on any other day suddenly seems devoid of any pleasure, because you're unable to stop yourself from obsessing.
How you go from thinking you've done OK with yourself to second-guessing all the decisions you've made in the past who-knows-how-many months.
How you wish that somehow you could just shave that half-second off of your day, saving the inevitable truth for some other time, leaving you with 23 hours, 59 minutes and 59.5 seconds of blessed ignorance.
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