unarticulated
There is so much to discuss these days, but my genius council was on the case, and in just ten minutes, distilled it down to the core problem: packaged cucumbers. It was one of the days, where i would have shot myself in the head to escape this situation.
Kirby's teacher had a talk with him about his grades for this semester. Nothing serious, just a reflection on what he thinks he'll get compared to what he's actually getting. He underplayed himself by one or two grades.
Started to read a stab at a biography of austria's current leading right wing politician; a stab because the man himself isn't as open about his private life as other's in his position. In the first few pages, it seemed like i understood him, as far as my capacity for empathy allows. It's like in my family, unarticulated trauma/hurt/feelings.