Well, mini breakdown.
So, here’s the thing. In the beginning, everyone expects you to be a mess.
Then, a few months later, everyone understands when you’re a mess.
But nine months in – people seem a little caught off guard when you’re a mess.
So, by nine months, you’ve got this internalization thing going where you save most of your tears for bedtime and you’ve mastered having quiet, undetectable mini meltdowns.
And it’s all well and good except that with all this internalization comes detachment. You wind up feeling removed, distant, isolated (and a fan of synonyms, apparently). You feel less and care less because you’re watching everything from a distance.
I have a problem with this because I typically care about freaking everything. What people think. How people feel.
But now? Meh.
But I’m sure it’s just a phase and I’ll get back to my normal, overly-excitable, impassioned self. Eventually.
But for now – I’m Pluto. Downgraded, distant and disenfranchised.
Anyone else think it’s interesting that Pluto has a big ol’ heart on it? Makes you feel kinda bad for downgrading it to a dwarf planet, huh? Because Planet Dwarfism is no laughing matter. Icy Dwarf Planets need love too.

