But as I get older and sort of wiser, one of the major things I’m realizing is that it doesn’t really matter whether it did or didn’t happen in your head or outside of it or even at all, if it’s “legitimately” bad or just a “first world problem” or whatever the hell hashtag strangers are using to diminish your experience nowadays- if something’s shitty it’s fucking shitty and that’s it. Your personal shittiness is 1) intangible and 2) illogical and 3) entirely unrelated to anybody else’s so 4) who cares? If something’s shitty it doesn’t matter if it’s actually shitty or if it’s just your own bullshit creeping in to say what’s up and poison something average. Your happiness is not a fucking academic essay or an opinion piece some jack-off who’s a worse writer than you wrote for some blog you’ve never heard of that “seems” important but probably isn’t. You don’t have to explain anything to anyone. You don’t have to justify what lets you down.