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i always thought i was a great communicator. funny when life puts things in perspective for you. (oh, the irony)

also, i really thought i had this grounding stuff down... but what, pray tell, happens when panic has enveloped what feels like the body and soul, and options for grounding seem far, far away... way beyond reach at this point. i'm reaching.

my first thought for resolution: run.

PERSPECTIVE!!!! (again, oh irony)

maybe my theory on acting expectant rather than surprised should be applied to all aspects of my life. if that were the case i wouldn't feel at all embarrassed about losing my shit at work, in my fishbowl of a cubicle, surrounded by others averting their attention to the ridiculous happenings of the co-worker in the middle of the row.