... when I get attacked, I scurry into the nearest hole and hide it out until it's over. The best way to get anything out of me is not through angrily bombarding me, rat-tat-tat, especially if I've cried into the phone that you are my oldest friend, and by old, I do not mean Estelle-Getty-old.
I don't know what's going on in your life either, but I wish you wouldn't talk about your stress as if mine were nonexistent. True, I'm not getting sent overseas. But we all have our own battles, and this is one that I did not wish to pick.