I'm still somewhat befuddled by Eduard's abrupt and explosive reaction to what I said. I mean, there was no talk, there was no discussion whatsoever.
I think he latched onto this idea he had in his head (like me having his children), and even though we'd discussed in the past that it's not going to happen, he hard-headedly refused to let go of it.
I think I'm just not equipped to handle someone else's stuff right now [shee-it, right now or ever]. Night-before-last he told me he'd been feeling depressed all week (I hadn't seen him all week). I asked him if he could talk to his mom, with whom he's close, when he's feeling that way, and he said he doesn't talk to anyone. Not having anything to say and unwilling to dispense unrequested advice ("get help"), I changed the subject.
Kittens are on a rampage.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 3:14 AM
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