I get pissed and I cry and it's over.
I am by no means Mary Poppins.
But I don't elaborate over my feelings and slurp smart water in some persons office that has a piece of paper on the wall that allows them to charge hundreds an hour to listen to MY problems.
I mean why pay someone to listen to MY problems when I created them, or gave someone else the ability to make me care enough that I think it's a problem.
Not like I would be able to actually pay someone that money.
I just don't think of life as being that hard that I need to pay for someone to listen.
I just go with the flow and if I have a problem, I blog it.
And I listen.
Gotta problem? I listen...welcome to my couch in the middle of nowhere.
(If you want to see my qualifications, I was "Dear Angel" in the jr high paper.)