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One of the things I've gotten better at with respect to being a grown up (apparently) is trying to anticipate things that are going to be hard for me and plan ahead for them. But it doesn't mean that those things aren't going to suck. Putting on a coat doesn't make it any less bitterly cold outside, and getting stitches doesn't undo the injury. Sometimes it feels like I put a lot of effort into feeling shitty in a slightly less destructive way than I might otherwise. But, like I said, that's adulting for you.