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[flemmings]

Grey and blowy day when I did nothing but rescue my laundry from the basement and sit on the couch with vidka and beanbags. The cherry petals begin to fall in the breeze and polkadot the mudroom roof. Somehow I am going back thirty years to that similar grey cool May just back from Japan. It wasn't a better time, no matter what I think of it now. Was, in fact, nearly as traumatic as the present, except that I'm well acquainted with the present traumas and then I wasn't at all.

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[the_siobhan]

That is actually a really good way of looking at trauma.

I lamented to a friend a while ago that I was suffering from nostalgia for the bad old days, because life may have been full of horrible shit but it was horrible shit I knew how to cope with.