Learning to Adjust

There are just some things in life that like to jump out in front of you and go "HA HA HA DEAL WITH ME, BETOCH!". I am then left reeling, trying to find my footing and slow down my heart beat to something that is sort of regular. I wish there was a better way out. A safer way. A way for you to be happy with how everything is shaping up. I think of the uniform and my stomach twists and then churns itself over and over. It scares me but at the same time I feel proud cause your things are getting themselves corrected. I wish there was a better way. :P