Off facebook and on Neptune

Laura Arual knows it is for better or worse and she does not regret a single minute of it.

Laura Arual did some cleaning up, but it is still not enough.

Laura Arual is having the kind of day where she is irritated by almost everyone. Not sure why. She almost feels better now for having written that.

People are self-absorbed. Not maliciously clueless, just clueless. The situation: freezing rain for two days and several colleagues saw me miss the bus by seconds, mere seconds, after work tonight. Neither offered to drive me home. Both commiserated, but continued on to their own vehicles. Really, what would it have taken for them to perform that kindness. 5 minutes, maybe 7 out of their way. I like to think that I would. I like to think that I look for ways to perform kindnesses for people. Not because I have to, but because it is the right thing to do. This nagged at me all night. This sour encounter that colours how I see the people who I call colleagues.

Laura Arual would apologize if he would listen.

I sit at the kitchen table minutes before preparing to leave for work. Chris is already gone. Everything is quiet. The dog makes noises in his crate. The cat is on the counter doing something he is not supposed to do. It is snowing outside. This is it. Me. Him. And the anxiety and depression that chase me. I don't have to hide them. So tiring having to do that. I can just be me, and he will still love me. Not still, but because I am me. Knowing that, having that knowledge to hang on gives me a peace of mind I rarely have had.

Laura Arual watched as he read an entire year of off-Facebook. Awkward.