Why are you defensive when I tell you how I feel? Why do you act like I’m asking something [unreasonable] of you when I tell you how I feel? Why do I feel like I was supposed to pretend to not really feel if I wanted to keep you?

Among other things, I’ll spend two hours tomorrow with five others cooking 350 meals, 300 for SA and 50 for ARC (including ourselves) as training. Those numbers feel insane, but considering what’s accomplished in actual disasters, it’s pretty reasonable. It looks like I convinced another person to join ARC though, yay!

Larry and Lesli’s wedding was amazing, those kids are wonderful. Unfortunately, it sort of exemplifies feelings of dishonesty inside. I’m so tired of that, it just makes me feel like I should be robo-tarded to just feel normal.