Insert control issues here

Who knew chaos could be such a comfort

One of the things that has fucked me up the most is this internal picture of how things are supposed to be.

What’s standard. What’s right. What I can (and should) expect.

And—the tricky part—the corresponding sense of responsibility for making reality match up with the picture. Somehow, it’s my job. If it doesn’t just fall into place, it’s up to me to wr…