You know that scene in Forrest Gump where he’s been running and running, and he’s wearing that ridiculous trucker hat with a beard, looking like some dude I’d probably date if I wasn’t married or afraid of hair in my teeth?
I grew up in a time that not only had answering machines, but people genuinely missed your call and were eager to return it so they could speak to you with their mouths through a receiver. It was insane, but it’s all we knew.
I took a mental health break this week. I’ve never done that before, but the weirdest thing happened. Like, my body started to shut down. I was exhausted, my bones hurt, I got confused in the grocery store, my anxiety had taken over. I felt it rumbling around for a while now underneath the surface. […]