The busy-ness of the week didn’t initially help my mood. In fact, I degenerated into snivly crying and felt very despondant at one point. A big chat with my mum helped, as did a big bout of journalling. While writing I realised two things. One is that sometimes we ask the wrong questions – turning it on its head and posing the opposite may be helpful, or at least illuminating. Secondly, something I was vaguely becoming aware of struck me as being definitely true. Ie a particular person once did like me and I managed to completely miss the MASSIVE signals. This realisation caused me to walk around this afternoon with a strong, almost irrepressible, urge to slap my own forehead. I didn’t slap myself but I do know I need to learn big lessons as to why I assumed A Person Like Him couldn’t possibly like A Person Like Me.