Turns out I may have overreacted with the BFF situation. From her perspective, she told me she needed some time by herself for… some reason. Which I don’t know yet. She was not, as I thought, telling me to get out of her life. When I was freaking out about it on Facebook and unfriended her there, she thought I was telling her to get out of my life. While I am still upset that she won’t come out and tell me why she’s upset until we meet in person next week, I can see where I was a bit rash in thinking it was over. Also, it sounds like there’s some other shit going on in her life right now that’s hard to deal with, so that plays a factor too. I expect all to be revealed next week.
That conversation started with her texting me out of the blue, by the way. I’m so very glad she did, and that we’ve started sorting things out. She told me to try to relax. I will try.
In other news, the housekeeping fairy sent her dustmop arrow into my heart this evening, and I cleaned like a motherfucker. I am ashamed to admit how messy I’d been lately, so let’s just say that I accomplished a huge task I’d been putting off and then did a whole bunch of other little things, all of which contributed to my head being clearer. Amazing how decluttering a room can declutter the mind a bit. I feel like I actually accomplished something today, which has been rare lately.
I’m tired but not sleepy. I think I’ll do some spinning and then go to bed.