Here's a story from my youth that will help you understand how I deal with unwelcome change or conflict.
My brother was born when I was 2 and 1/2 years old. I don't remember any of it, but I'm sure my parents prepared me for it in some way: "soon you'll be a big sister!" or "mama's going to have a baby and you'll meet him soon, are you excited?" That kind of thing.
When my grandparents took me to meet him at the hospital, I walked into the room, glanced at my mom (or so I'm told), and walked straight to the window. I stared down at Chicago for an hour before they pulled me down and I was made to look at all his cheeks for the first time. I don't know what I was thinking at the time. Probably I had put him so completely out of my mind that I had forgotten why I was even there.
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i miss you. also, i've found two things somewhat recently that i like and want to recommend to you...you might know about them already, being as on top of cultural things as you are, but anyway these things are
1) a band called the national. start with songs "fake empire" and "slow show" which can be found on youtube
2) a tv show on HBO called Flight of the Conchords. They're also a real band. It's kind of like when Tenacious D had their own tv show for a while. Funny stuff abounds.
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