Phases of Grief

I’ve been through all the phases of greif already: Sauvignon, Crying, Plane Crying - Plane Sauvignon, and Plane yelling.

Ahaha, yes. I was on a plane a couple of weeks ago and spent the one and half hours in flight gently weeping into my cardigan sleeve (I'd also decided it was a good idea to wear make up including liquid eyeliner that day - PROTIP: Never wear liquid eyeliner when feeling emotionally raw. I don't know how emo kids and MCR fans manage it!). I was sat next to this business man in his suit and tie who was rocking a pretty sweet moustache and think I completely ruined his day. Business men and men with moustaches are not built to withstand females gently weeping in seats next to them. They are just not equipped to deal with such things. So you can imagine when that Venn diagram intersects just how UNEQUIPPED this guy was to cope with my mild breakdown in front of him - in a situation where he was LITERALLY STRAPPED TO HIS SEAT AND UNABLE TO ESCAPE. I think maybe that encouraged me to keep crying just to ruin his day a little more? I'm a nice person like that.

Anyway, in those stages of grief I've gone through three of those five. Pretty proud of that. Need to work on the final two and I'll be golden.