When I think about the three types of knowledge, I think about my indifference to get worked up by things I can’t really change, that I feel like I’m suppose to be upset about. But then there’s those things that do evoke feeling, like M, that I wonder if I’ll ever find a place to set down. As I step back and question my own mental and emotional sanity, I can’t help but feel alone, sad, and disappointed in others.

When you can’t sit still any longer, and feel like change is needed; how much of it is the distraction of something new overtaking dealing with the present?

M’s inability to cope with her emotions evoked by the presence of mine continues to be at the forefront of my thoughts. J and I seem to agree that she doesn’t have the tools needed because she refuses to prioritize her feelings, likely out of fear. And yet, no logic or explanation I can garner changes how I feel. Under the circumstances, I very much wish it would.