That unofficial town mayor I mentioned knocked on my door and insisted I follow him immediately - in my pyjamas and all - down the street to meet a woman with a vacant room a couple of blocks down. She’s nice enough but it’s sudden and the orchestration of it is…another bit of pressure I can’t take.
Because you know what i’m tired of? Men organizing my life. Men assuming they get a say, that it’s their role to fix things before asking what my actual needs are. Determining the conditions in which I thrive. Setting the terms of my wellbeing. I. Am. Exhausted.
If I am to find a solution, I am doing it on my terms, to find what is best for me - what is convenient and satisfactory for me. If they want to help, they’re welcome. If they don’t understand or would do it for their own gain, they can get out of the way.