Sometimes I expect to be hurt or scared or shocked, but then magically, I’m not so much. At least not at the moment that it occurs. I think maybe it sets in harder, whatever it is that caused these emotions, later than the initial event. A couple of days, weeks, or even months.

Anticipation. Preparation. These are just words, I guess. Things happen that you figure will, even though you don’t like to think about them, and you deal with the outcome as it happens because you always suspected it would come to this. Sometimes you just move forward as if nothing has happened, but a bit down the road, when you’ve had the time to adjust to whatever it was that occurred, you have your real reaction.

Hrm.