And I'm not happy to say that. One of my core beliefs is that there is always a way to solve a situation, no matter how obscure, arduous, or unpleasant it might be. There should be a way to reason and communicate with people, no matter how old they are, stubborn they are, or cognitively wonky they are.
This is part of growing up, I guess.
(Anyway, no, not looking for sympathy. Just ranting into the ether, because it feels too pointlessly masturbatory to just write this down in a Word file and stuff it in a deep, dank folder of My Documents. Don't mind the Whiny Twenty-Year-Old Wangsting.)
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