But the process of explaining things wears out my brain. I want to take everything I’m thinking and just throw it all out there at once, like upending the contents of a box. But conversations don’t work that way. And it’s not lost on me how ironic it is that I don’t want to explain things even as I need things repeatedly explained to me. That’s where resisting my first impulse comes in. My first impulse is screw it, not worth it. But I set that aside, and instead, I do the math.
