Vulnerability Hangovers (15/30)

Thirty essays in thirty days, number fifteen

After a long period of self-disclosure or internal mining, there’s a particular flavor of exhaustion that ensues. A vulnerability hangover. You feel like you’ve run an emotional marathon, like all of your major introspective arteries are completely tapped out. And you’ve had enough for a while. Your sentimentality needs a counterweight; you feel the need to spend the day watching South Park, or TPing someone’s house.

The other day I set out to write a little piece about lacrosse. One week and 7,620 words later, I am spent.

For those of you who have stayed with me all the way through the halfway mark of this 30-day writing bonanza: thank you. I’m beyond grateful that you take time out of your day to read these words.

I’m going to go take a baseball bat to some mailboxes now. See you tomorrow.