desiderata310
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Today hasn't been anything big that comes to mind. Just a thousand little things that have drove me to distraction and the PTSD cup full to every loving over-flowing.
But it was that one last little thing that set me off and over and bawling like a baby. Something seriously not worth weeping about or at least, not really; my bike tire has a decent sized gash in it that I found while I was wresting it onto the rim.
A first world problem where I have food, a roof over my head and a way to pay most of my bills. Heck, i have a car and gas in said car (for once) so it's not even a question of transportation. There was nothing today that would be a real trigger- at least not that I was consciously aware of. It was just today's last straw.
I present to you today's first world problem:
A bike tire.
But it was that one last little thing that set me off and over and bawling like a baby. Something seriously not worth weeping about or at least, not really; my bike tire has a decent sized gash in it that I found while I was wresting it onto the rim.
A first world problem where I have food, a roof over my head and a way to pay most of my bills. Heck, i have a car and gas in said car (for once) so it's not even a question of transportation. There was nothing today that would be a real trigger- at least not that I was consciously aware of. It was just today's last straw.
I present to you today's first world problem:
A bike tire.