Bad News

My family was given some potentially devastating news over the past week (nope, sorry, that’s all you’re going to get until something’s official) that’s caused me to ponder several things. How do people, in general, transmit bad news? Blurt it out to others, in the hope that it somehow dilutes the power of the message? Speak in hushed tones, in coded conversations, dancing around words that still can’t be said out loud? As if that somehow makes things more real┬áif spoken?

(Family dynamics and relationships also play into this, I think. Oh, yes.)

The other part of this is dissecting how people react to bad news. I’m sitting here, for example, writing a veiled post full of nothing instead of doing something productive. Coping mechanism? OF COURSE! I really just don’t feel like cleaning right now, which is Option Two. Option Three is knitting.

Then again, there’s always Option Four.



So. Hey. Hi. Guess I’ll give this a whirl.

I’m still using this place as a place to play, so things may go sideways from time to time. It’s just how it is in Hansland. You’ll get used to it.

I’ll get some more content up as soon as I get some real work done.

If you like knitting, Formula 1, irreverent humor, randomness, geeky stuff, and/or Futurama, you’re in luck. I make no guarantees on posting frequency, or whether you’ll like what I throw out there. If you don’t like what you see, that’s cool. There’s plenty of other places on the Internet where you can hang. Sorry you didn’t like this corner.

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