I hate the word try. It’s up there with tolerance for one of my most hated words. As hokey as it sounds, I really am a do or do not kind of girl. I feel like we only try at things we’ve already determined we won’t do or won’t like. It’s saved for something we expect to find distasteful.
Try a bite, it won’t kill you. Can’t you just try and be nice. Try to let it go. Try. Try. Try. Take a bite, it won’t kill you. Be nice. Let it go. There’s no trying involved. Trying comes in when you don’t actually want to do it but you want to pretend that you do.
I’ve been “trying” to let go of this situation with B’s ex for months now. No wonder it’s still bothering me. For some reason, I don’t want to let it go so I tell myself some bullshit about trying to let it go and continue to wallow in how it makes me feel. It’s not a pretty picture of me, but it is an accurate one of my view of the word try.