I go for a drive so I can think about it. Depending on what the problem pertains to, I google. I call the doctor. I call the vet. I vent to FI or my mom, or a bestie who went through the same shit. Someone I know IRL that I can yammer to in person. If I'm pissed off, I play a video game, I draw, I stomp around my house and make angry pterodactyl noises.
I figure the shit out like a fucking adult, because I am one. I am immature is fuck but shit needs to get figured out, so you know what I do? I FUCKING FIGURE IT OUT. If I don't do it, who the fuck else will?
There's my fucking vent, y'all. Have at it! Give me some much-deserved head pats and sympathy. Gimme some good woowoos. Gimme some 'It's gonna be ok, baby. You can do this!"
Oh wait, I can handle my own scandal! I don't know about everyone here, but I'm pretty sure most of you can figure this shit out on your own and maybe you just... forgot. I love y'all, but sometimes the internet ain't the answer to everything.
Now, how's your Wednesday going?
(There's like 75 vent and advice posts going, keep that shit in those ones where people might care about it)